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Criminology Cipher - NsL, Timothy Torreno & WGB & YKWIA

  1. NsL:
  2. Weed a different color like a hood rat, bra, and panties
  3. And my flow be overheard like pots and pans in pantries
  4. Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson on man in the mirror
  5. Moon walkin on the sun, barefoot with shades on
  6. Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
  7. Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemies penis
  8. Bitch when I say this I mean this: "Hoe I'm the meanest"
  9. Dick so big stretch from earth to venus
  10. That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
  11. Lawless, obnoxious, on that suck my dick shit
  12. That is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
  13. Hoes on some god shit, Stop it! You not this!
  14. Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
  15. Cryin tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
  16. Adonis smokin chronic bout to vomit gen and tonic
  17. Just being honest tell me is that ironic?
  18.  
  19. TimothyTorreno:
  20. Lyrically I deliver straight to your doorstep
  21. You niggas try to rap
  22. but you aint got enough rep
  23. I could walk right to the bar get some pussy for free
  24. You say that's gross?
  25. Well that's just Criminology
  26. Long Beach to Tampa
  27. put yo ass in the air
  28. Frizzy like a teelacher with that schoolbus high Shooting like a rocket,
  29. whiter than my cum You say I'm squeaky clean?
  30. I fuck for fun
  31.  
  32. NsL:
  33. Yeah
  34. Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary
  35. Tell my killers get they pistols ready
  36. Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries
  37. Don't be scared nigga, is you ready?
  38. I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
  39. X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
  40. Ever since this new star fame came about
  41. Or ever since me and Timothy started hangin' out
  42. Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
  43. Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
  44. Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling (I know one thing) anything is
  45. better than that cocaine
  46.  
  47. TimothyTorreno:
  48. I feel pain in every rapper dubbed "lit",
  49. In all honesty them autotune fuckers should quit,
  50. I'm a real rapper,
  51. I put emotion in my shit, maybe you should learn to write, and rehearse a bit.
  52. Proofwrite your scripts before you step yo ass to me,
  53. meanwhile im chillin with my ATL homies. Running back like a niggs in the 90s,
  54. I got enough raps ro make you Yale, call me Ivy
  55.  
  56. NsL:
  57. Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar
  58. Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
  59. Braids like I'm O Dog, my la familia go hard
  60. Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
  61. We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
  62. With a toe tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
  63. I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo Doo!" I hate y'all
  64. When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm, "let's play ball
  65. In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
  66. My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone that banana clip,
  67. Straight from the rip, I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
  68. If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze over
  69. You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
  70. I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
  71. Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
  72. Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
  73. Darts at your posters, dark nights like this I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta,
  74. I might slice my wrist or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
  75. Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience
  76. Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
  77. I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
  78. Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
  79. Somehow bypassed the bias and the isms
  80. The violence and the killin', so given
  81. They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
  82. Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet
  83. But pass the pot let me skillet
  84. Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
  85. And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
  86. But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks!
  87.  
  88. TimothyTorreno:
  89. Mastering concertos
  90. Man you deaf like Beetho
  91. f you cant acknowledge this sick ass beat yo.
  92. I rhyme tight, live an outcast in life,
  93. if i was anymore hidden and psychopathic,
  94. people would probably call me a Soldier
  95. Kill that shit like a bear,
  96. this Gucci that i wear,
  97. pussy niggas tear,
  98. bite it like a pencil
  99. If you don't say there's enough space for me,
  100. get the fuck out. Cause that's Criminology
  101.  
  102. NsL:
  103. When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
  104. Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper,
  105. fuck it painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
  106. Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein',
  107. you would be in trouble to body double or couple me
  108. to these others 'cause comparatively speakin',
  109. my reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in,
  110. my vision's beyond the Hubble's I huddle with Nubians,
  111. new beginning again you in school at 10, late,
  112. Radioactive's goin' gold and so? Great!
  113. Do I give a flying duck if I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
  114. Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a flying duck, nothing but a buckshot,
  115. chck pow!
  116. Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
  117. Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
  118. And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf!
  119. Got 20s on a rack that I rewrote
  120. Criminology man its stone cold
  121. NsL:
  122. Swiftly, I shift the Beamer 860
  123. A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
  124. The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me
  125. You should've stayed with me
  126. Now many Asian bitches lay with me
  127. The face is silky like a tablecloth (uh)
  128. My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse (uh)
  129. Red roses drop on boxes very often (uh)
  130. Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton (uh)
  131. Outstandin'
  132. I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
  133. You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon (Sarandon)
  134. The cloud of smoke like the phantom (uh)
  135. Damn this shit tastes like fantastic
  136. You see me comin' through in each state
  137. Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
  138. Cuffed to my wrist I’ve got the briefcase
  139. The gavel slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat pork (Big Crip, shawty)
  140. Spit like my last breath, casket rap, six deep
  141. Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
  142. After that, bottles I can’t pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?”
  143. Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
  144. All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
  145. All I wanted was love, all they had was dap
  146. Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins
  147. The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch
  148. Walk the plank or break a bank, I’ve been in the business of sinkin' ships
  149. Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
  150. Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxing if you want a hit
  151. Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
  152. Been a killer, ‘98er, nigga, that’s my born year
  153. Get the fuck from ‘round here, that’s just my country ways
  154. Suckin' on your momma’s titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
  155. Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like Everglades
  156. Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
  157. I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
  158. Most rappers hoping the world end so they won’t have to drop another album
  159. B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can’t you?
  160. In order to come up close, you’ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
  161. Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past fuck your Louis flag,
  162. Popping benji tags on your wifey’s ass
  163. That’s out of line, but in living color?
  164. I’m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist

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