- Apr 1, 2001
- 2,093
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Rip Through Leather
Try blast it with high scholastics like the Ivey League
The whack prevail but hell it’s blackmail and fatigue
Petty crime on a steady climbs you cats ready to do time?
Confetti on my mind eat meatballs spaghetti when I dine
Shake systems leaves earthquake victims manufacture dyes
That will fracture eyes spit perfumes and cosmetic in skies
In your room scent with energetic replies don’t sweat it all lullabies
It’ god sent back up your rods bent and your odds are squint
Brush with pepsident crush cats at my resident become president of Sprint
Stimulate growth; eliminate a host of bad post on site
Boast and fight for pride ghostwrite hide rhymes most are tight
Spilling rhymes like distilling wines sometimes killing minds
Fulfilling the divine pleasures while chilling in the confines
And treasures of my crib. Black stage lights as the whack
Rage in fright I’m on page three for the night that’s a fact
Coffee without milk or cream is like a softy in silk without spleen
built to pout never wilt on route to a clean discovery on the scene
Try deal right and conceal light in defense against a whack attack
Blackout the radio station let that be an act of devastation this could crack
The population when a sack of truth drops on a nation we don’t flock to temptation
MADDRAPPER PEACE
Try blast it with high scholastics like the Ivey League
The whack prevail but hell it’s blackmail and fatigue
Petty crime on a steady climbs you cats ready to do time?
Confetti on my mind eat meatballs spaghetti when I dine
Shake systems leaves earthquake victims manufacture dyes
That will fracture eyes spit perfumes and cosmetic in skies
In your room scent with energetic replies don’t sweat it all lullabies
It’ god sent back up your rods bent and your odds are squint
Brush with pepsident crush cats at my resident become president of Sprint
Stimulate growth; eliminate a host of bad post on site
Boast and fight for pride ghostwrite hide rhymes most are tight
Spilling rhymes like distilling wines sometimes killing minds
Fulfilling the divine pleasures while chilling in the confines
And treasures of my crib. Black stage lights as the whack
Rage in fright I’m on page three for the night that’s a fact
Coffee without milk or cream is like a softy in silk without spleen
built to pout never wilt on route to a clean discovery on the scene
Try deal right and conceal light in defense against a whack attack
Blackout the radio station let that be an act of devastation this could crack
The population when a sack of truth drops on a nation we don’t flock to temptation
MADDRAPPER PEACE