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ABW Rate the Bars - Germs gon germs

The luxuries I gotta have it, black Navi
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'mma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin'
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin'
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to start with that trippin...
On a scale of 1 to 5 I give this a 2
 
Aight, bout to pick up my lil girl

Give me a while
 
Reason Being, no real wordplay, no punches, no overal purpose other than I’m tough don’t fuck wit me

But he does rhyme consistently, so I’m sure it sound good on a beat
 
The luxuries I gotta have it, black Navi
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'mma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin'
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin'
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to start with that trippin...

On a scale of 1 to 5 I give this a 2

Reason Being, no real wordplay, no punches, no overal purpose other than I’m tough don’t fuck wit me

But he does rhyme consistently, so I’m sure it sound good on a beat

 
You try to copy this shit, you'll get your pencil stuck
There's a drop of real life in every sentence son
I'm a menace when it comes to my pennies
You're talkin pennies when it comes to my tennis
In this sinister chemistry
Penitentiary mentally for the enemy
We gon be straight I got the remedy
See my footsteps and think it's 10 of me
My shit hit's so close to home, you gon think you kin of me
 
I’m give that a 1 out of 5

Ur talking pennies when it comes to my tennis

In this sinister chemistry penitentiary mentality for my enemy

All together that doesn’t even make sense
 
"B I G P O P P A
No Info for the D.E.A"

That together makes no sense - germs
 
That does make sense cause he spelled his name then threw in an acronym for what else hes talking about

So because he spelled in both lines it makes sense no matter what he says, but you couldn't realize the pennies bar with with the other pennies bar not the one you quoted? lol

This nigga here man lol
 
You try to copy this shit, you'll get your pencil stuck
There's a drop of real life in every sentence son
I'm a menace when it comes to my pennies
You're talkin pennies when it comes to my tennis
In this sinister chemistry
Penitentiary mentally for the enemy
We gon be straight I got the remedy
See my footsteps and think it's 10 of me
My shit hit's so close to home, you gon think you kin of me

I’m give that a 1 out of 5

Ur talking pennies when it comes to my tennis

In this sinister chemistry penitentiary mentality for my enemy

All together that doesn’t even make sense

 
So because he spelled in both lines it makes sense no matter what he says, but you couldn't realize the pennies bar with with the other pennies bar not the one you quoted? lol

This nigga here man lol
Tell me what pennies have to do with tennis
 
Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder
Got glass on the dash I just hope it don’t shatter
Into pieces, diamond in the gold in the teefis
Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious
With that player shit when I play
The bass might knock the bumper off any day
Keep the drank in tray put the big by the kay
Don’t be fronting on my name you can’t live where I stay
You don’t pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet
You prolly thinking Lakers I was talking bout steak
It’s marble on the plate crustaceans on the way
Got tired of catching shrimp so I mixed up the bait
I mixed up the batter then I baked up the cake
I chopped up the slices and scraped off the flake
I'm sorry for the mix-up and scraped off the fake
It ain't enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase
 
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