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Triangular Warfare

アーティスト:Mr. Lif  アルバム:Sleepyheads 

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This is. Verse. Word. Angle. Microphone cords tangle, niggas strangle (Wet) emcees done effed around and caught disease This is verse one, lesson 3 lepracy Liftedly, represents the Suns of Zee Test we you must be out your goddamn mind Rewind, and find, gems within my M's Prostectic limbs, and mad scuffed timbs But whens, your skill go into a rise My crew prophesize ur demise I spy So tell congress that I got bomb threats And when they try to talk back, feel the buster You silly mustard, just to go for the gipper Put the mic down Lif ripped ya Play your crew, lets take a picture Smile while you wimper, you'll neva test a mic ripper....... You don't. even. wanna. test a... Rhyme manifstor, wack nigga injester Is it the buddha blesser? Something Got you mumbling, hopes crumbling Try to flollow my lines but now you stumbling Running when? You heard lif was coming in But then again, pack 'em in Lets begin, bring a friend Just to pick up the shallow remains of lame frames You tried you conquer me in a war of brain games Hit 'em with the hexagon bomb the niggas tron If you like the main course, deserts napalm I'm on. The level. Of lyrical master... Flows natural like disaster After, I blast ya go and ask your pastor Why verse 2 gave you asthma You grab the mic the crowd drown in laughter I have denied ur acess... You wondered if I was nice but now you ask less


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