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Joey BADA$$
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Killuminati (feat. Capital STEEZ)
[Verse 1:JOEY BADA$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll They say I'm evil 'cause I trained my eagle to see gold See, no seagulls couldn't see these goals Please, it's the return of the beast coast No cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show The cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you tryna be Vito?, well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped Better watch the Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk/wrist that I got a 6 pack of bear/bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (THAT SHIT CRAY!) Ya'll niggas soft-spoken, down below token The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men It makes sense you want beef with this frozen It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico A lyrical Spanish, with a dance that's demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standin' Ain't no half steppin' 'round me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me That young cop killer, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer
[Verse 2:Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't tryna be a slave from overworkin' Sorry BADA$$ , you lucky that I peeped the second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melody, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hips to move no 70's All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, stirrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans/genes ,don't worry where my pants is Get with the script it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick off of this quick But I sealin' my lips, it's a shift I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity
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