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[Blacksmith] SMAS You already know: You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word Your arts absolutely absurd I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead right Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes And leave behind upset crying senior citizens Crying on the shit again Shotgun Charlemagne The boss still open souled drink with a steady hand It's all free No need for membership Premium businessmen believe me it's blacksmith Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe Swell up your membrane Then kick a battle rap [Talib Kweli] You lost your voice and Come down with battleaxe That ain't real rap You're broke back with your saddle axe SAS klack-klack-klack Bodies in a black bag Thinking about the punk rock shit like Black Flag Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie Blacksmith people never go hungry Rappers flow so crummy I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the tickets Give us your money Oh for sure money It's the gentlemen Charm rapping rotten pieces like an attack on Eminem Star wars steady its a classic Light up backward and then Ash it before you pass it You know how to hash get On the side where the greener grass is Gotta up on the shape glasses Niggas get blasted Handing out cash's And caskets gotta bake bread like the basket Bastards! Rappers can't outlast the masters Press it up and spin up the waxes


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