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Title: last man standing View count: 110 Rating: 0 (0 ratings) Description: Artist: Pasty www.soundclick.com/pastyva Ayo its quarter brick half a brick, quarter pound half a pound/ U can call it Gucci weight, thats the shit I pass around Hit u like a pit bull, but me im never backin down So I be in the booth until the fuckin passes out U can say im underground, I aint on the surface yet I be on the word play, I aint even workin yet see ima make it hurt until there beggin for a percocett circumvent the industry and freak it like a circus tent never worried bout the haters and the non believers so I try to stay away from all the condalisas and from the petty hos that only wanna cop a visa i rcok to ether why I twist me up a bob of reefer and I dont need a hook, hov didnt so im gon spit it til the globes spinnin like the bottle of patrons finished so vivid wit the flow and I smoke like the stove in ure kitchen when tis broke lets go, I dont ever need an interlude ever need an interview i dont need the hype to gas me up like im inner tube cuz the syllables in lyrics I deliver u Cripple u in critical conditions with a listen through So even if u wanted after bumpin jus a minute to My shit u couldnt conjure up the strength to ever skip it through So its the sign that the industry should recognition The revolution will be televised and every set of eyes will finally gather to the rap battle natural sell shit for capital an hour for the capital and im an animal chasin after altitude im out the roof so im sorr yi look down on u not conceited but im speaking like a genius 2000 used to work battle threads like a seamstress Now im on the mic and btich I hold it like I secrect That I keepin, even if Guantanamo was tryna beat it From my soul and im leakin on the floor Ill be speakin, out my demons to the public til there fiendin for the substance til they need it and they love it, and they eat up every fuckin thing I say even if I diss the rappers they grew up with up becuz the flames that I create are from environments of fireman u would need the water in the niles bends to ever slow all the doe ima pile in cuz any fetish that u have developed im supplyin it its in my veins, in my brains, its inside the kid so the music from the chest like a violin and I spit wit the force behind a Heimlich its just my medication so u mite encounter side effects uncontrollable noddin, ear drums swollen and trobbin yea the boy is a problem even gone of the afghan cabbage but the boy in a battle n im the last man standing Tags: last man standing, pasty, loco, Author: lilbigz |
