Lets get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
The Iron Lung
Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle
sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Baileys
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - thats the heater
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
Shit is deep, the Grants still burnin
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, theres no snoozin
Stop actin like its me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
in Hells Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
on your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
the pipeline then its flight time, thats when Im jetty
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
over the children, as it began to rain
I started buildin, spoke many times before
but didnt score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devils english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left yall petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
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Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers
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