I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience
The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Come get a taste, of the these coca lines
I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,
So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut
Who's next to release? we guillotine them
Because i ran out of ink in my pen
Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,
My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised
One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue
You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you
Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,
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