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Smashmouths
- //MaZano
- Unstoppable with Audacity, yup. I be reaching my peak
- The bottom was plain as amputee stumps, believe what you see
- Cause I don't draw arms, I just shuffle and hand the rhythm in raw
- After I riddle you like jigsaws, you'll be more puzzled than a victim in Saw
- My Chronicles are Terminating on old/Arnold judgements, die son/Dyson
- Get the Cameron/camera on, I'll have you running Miles from this titan
- 8/Ate hundreds of these frightened PC bitches, cause I Rage Against the Machine
- With these Bomb Tracks, I'm Killing in the Name like you condemned the regime
- When I'm in my prime, I'm iron, hide. I'm mad, must you see?
- You're a trans, former a man but you had your bum bulled, B
- What I've Done In the End drives you Crawling to think beyond
- While you're sitting there on your phone watching, just linking, park
- and check yourself before you wreck yourself, what's gone into the movies
- Remain calm, it's Friday, so just Ride Along and listen to these
- Hits, because you already know I stay ruthless on records
- I'm dope, man, leave the track with bruises like Redmond
- //Morningstar
- I'm unmatched, fantastic and rash with my rapping
- Smash that with the fact I'm back with some action
- No act, never at the back, just acting last, son
- I have dominion, dismissing the opinions of gods, oh gosh
- I'm not just kidding, too busy of a kid to be inflicting broke bars, don't stop
- Oh nah, it's the King and his Kingdom, tryna' bring that hope back
- Bottle full of pride, and hints of wine to just choke back, self wallowing
- The wine shelf you're swallowing, so bad, health's borrowing (time)
- Throat's dry, better soak that, oh man, it's following (standards)
- Envision me with anything less than primitive skill, raw and untamed, still
- Not top of my game, killing them whilst filling my energy with pills, just the
- old ways
- Imprisoned with coal and linen, written up the kill list, near to finished, this
- is my domain
- No name escapes the schism, diminish any unwilling to give him attention
- I'm a sorcerer, morphing a, bunch of words just to talk to ya'
- Infamous torturer, my pen is my sword, an unfathomable force to ya'
- Of course I'm a, Demonic entity, move like a centipede through centuries
- Polluting history like the way it's meant to be, the best of me is yet to be
- Infect the figureheads of lesser beings, what else would you expect of me?
- //Icy
- Get hungry, cuz I'm boutta go feedin' ya soul
- Got em dogged, this the mixed breed all up in this flow
- Ridin' the game hard, I don't need no other ho
- I pro gressively get better, fucked the game up like her name Flo
- Post Olympic Christ style I'm receivin' the gold
- Beastin' the mode, got all these bitches greasin' the pole
- Execute em for high treason, leapin'/leap in the rope
- Murderous lines man, they can't even hope to cope
- I cracked the rap game, and I'm keepin' it goin'
- Noddin' out, spittin' kerosene, heat in your door
- Smartass whippin' heresy, I'm keepin' it dope
- Check my status I'm a savage, I stay quo I quote
- //Placebo
- I live in Switzerland
- where the mountains tower higher than the ignorant,
- smokin' pounds but no powder, we're too innocent,
- Hear the sounds growin' louder, we ain't disciplined,
- And when a couple rounds hit the ground, I hope you listenin',
- Don't give a damn if you Muslim, Jew or Christian
- I'm goin' ham with this rhythm, screw religion
- If you're a fan and you're sick of doin' writtens
- Then raise your hands up, hear what we spittin'
- It's just me, MaZona, Morningstar, Icy, and my boy Maverick
- My joints are the nets that i'm gonna use to capture this
- Know the green like a full blown alchemist
- 'Bout to go full speed, hope you fastened in
- Constantly in harmony, honestly a prodigy
- These subconscious thoughts got me thinkin' bout philosiphy
- This talk about walls got me spittin' with ferocity
- 'Cause this animosity, it's just a part of me
- //Oz
- It kinda stinks being the last verse in a collab with some great oders
- There's a certain weight on my shoulders
- To have to end it with a bang as the closa'
- Let me jump into it right away, yo uh
- I'm an insane yokel nerd with some strange phobias
- Just drank fo' beea's but I got eight coasta's left so uh
- I'm gonna keep drinking until this case is hollowa'
- Than Casey Anthony's baby strolla'... 'Cause I hate bein' soba'
- I'd binge 'til I fall flat on my face in a coma
- I'm takin' ova' and if you think I'm a fake or a posa'
- Then you might as well compare me to Christina Aguilera posta'
- A gullible disbelieva', lovable yet displeasin'
- A tough but weak wimp, a dumb genius and a humble egotist
- Yeah I'm a walkin' paradox, not sure what side I'll be on today...
- Like a millionaire's yacht pulling up to a pair 'a docks
- One day I obliterate'n stomp ya like a triceratops
- The other day I'm an ankle biter tearin' ya socks like a rabid prairie fox
- I'm so lyrically full frontal like the hair of Chewbacca
- I may just restart this from scratch to show you my bare clause
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