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Cappadonna Miscellaneous '96 Recreation (demo) [rza] Yeah, start wit that one Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit Wit love should i release hits We travel through bodies like blood vessels All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, i'm chessboxin Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!! [cappadonna] Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate So spoil like coke in the foil Knock knock, i shot the whole block Electricity, flow splendidly Internally inside of me like tony starks tee I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind Rewind for a minute while i dig down your track, stupid I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor [rza] My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch i carve Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve [cappadonna] I'm deep in the shit, i stay highly involved Never inconceited, never been beated Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated My style you need it, i just write to read it It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated I came a long way and guess what, i succeeded I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food Cuz he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude To the father year me, o-r-i-g Respond to the war wit the killa bee law [ol' dirty bastard] Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land So i can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk When i start to come down on your fuckin ass You tried to chop shit on up Played my shit like parks bitch, i'm that [rza] Legendary microphone's weaponary You secondary bitch-ass fairies Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon I be the quoted mathematical combination Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin [cappadonna] Just then, i came on the stage like wind Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy You need a coat just to protect your throat Two pairs of socks, kid i'm cold like ice rise Chap-lipped duds can't fuck wit the chatterbox Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one block *pause* Broke forgot about half the slang murderer Down wit the union big street sling murderer Terrorizin, move i'm tranquelizin Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power Somebody blow something, cut fool in the tower |
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