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The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it | It is what it is indeed Stoupie | Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know
The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it It is what it is indeed Stoupie Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders You roll benches till playin fear was fair game Ya'll got fucked up like sex on an airplane That's why we can't change, we just ill We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!? Hook 2x *Scratches* "Lookin for rappers who wanna battle" "Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad" "The underground rapper who's wreckin" "Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like" Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the boss I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because" My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause I play 48 minutes hard without the calls Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more? Facinating with 44s and foul whores Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores My captivating verses, that'll open all doors I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law! *Sample* (Distorted)..."raindrops on the ground" Hook 1x Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through helmets Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders Pale niggas act jail lifers Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers Shoes never walk nor land, explore land I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan Fuckin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks *Scratches till end*
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