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Tash kilt the whole first verse.

From city to city, coast II coast
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiber optic lyrics make em sound like walkie talkies
So the poet pops the Moet while they crack the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook with droppin visions so the Leo of the trio
Without the sexy voice scoops more hoes than Theo
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my shit and peel, Grab my wheels of steel
If y'all niggas can't feel me than y'all niggas ain't real
I hit so hard the WBC
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute
Now the party didn't start till the Liks walked in it


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Lil man I promise I'll body ya, beat'n me is-a fantasy, Chronicles of Narnia

I'm the best bottom line, feel like you Superman and I'll cross out ya S like a $ sign

But I don't glorify none of the weapons kid, so back to the bars like ya second bid, I'm rough like the couch in James Evan's crib
 
The Butcher comin', nigga
All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress
Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next
I'm the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left
I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I'm okay with a TEC
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?
Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling
Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us
I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe he that dude
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh
Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks
It's Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'
Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock
'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh
Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle
So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm headin' careers, I have cancelled a couple
The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain't panic, I juggle
I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it, uh
Y'all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington
Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence
A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages

Benny’s verse from Royce Da 5’9” “Upside Down.”

Benny be on kill mode every time he hop in a booth.
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"Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey
Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis
Call me a psycho-skitso freak
And I'll call you by your name (dick-anus)
Cuz I can give two shits and a fuck
I bounce down Verner in a popcorn clown truck
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard.
I grab your gizzard
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin
Everybody's waitin for the show to begin
Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go
Try to land in a glass of Faygo
Uh, you suck, you missed the fuckin glass
Broken neck, and busted your fuckin ass
But the genie says on with the show
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko. "
 


Tash kilt the whole first verse.

From city to city, coast II coast
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiber optic lyrics make em sound like walkie talkies
So the poet pops the Moet while they crack the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook with droppin visions so the Leo of the trio
Without the sexy voice scoops more hoes than Theo
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my shit and peel, Grab my wheels of steel
If y'all niggas can't feel me than y'all niggas ain't real
I hit so hard the WBC
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute
Now the party didn't start till the Liks walked in it


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One of the most slept on group in hip-hop
 
"It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother
Now thats he's gone I find it difficult to talk to his mother" - Omilio Sparks

"My kids would be straight if I never was to spit, I couldn't say the same if I never seen a brick." - AR-AB
 
So simple but so real

I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

So smooth

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home


Pac one of the goats

I ain’t a killer but don’t push me, revenge is the sweetest thing in life next to getting pussy
 
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life a bitch
AZ

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never bade it
Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
So, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
 
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