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Goonies, Vol 2
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Chris Webby
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Uhuh Grind Mode Cypher Chris Webby in the building I am one of a kind You kind of one of them guys, who d**k ride, write, talk sh*t, run, and then hide When I catch up think back, that's hindsight Tap the 57, see red, live a blind life I shot you, in order rhymes proper East coast, peace flow, big, just like poppa My popularity skyrockets, I'm killing all these b*t*hes you calling it dime dropper Get persecuted, they're saying your words are stupid And that Hip Hop is causing the violence, it's murder music If that's the case I'm smashing a b*st*rds face Walking a fine line of Master Ace and pass the mace I'm way passed you cats who masquerade Get the mask and raid your house, then you passed away And that's the way I bury your past time Just pitcher make hits, America's pass time It's showtime, you need a whole army to hurt me Your asses will get shot from the words that I'm dispersing They want me to hook it up like Kareem, you're not deserving Magic Johnson with the Torch, I only pass if you're worthy Damn, that's a hell of a scheme, an intelligent being, with devilish dreams, man it seems like I'm something you've never seen before I'll body you know then I'll body what's left of your damn spirit from a Ouija board Like why should I take it easy for? If that's the case I'd quit rap and start relaxing at a beach resort You misdirected like a street detour And Ima fix that ass up like plastic surgeons on a sleezy whore Please be warned, I swear you don't want the drama Better get your run on, like a sentence without a comma Mumble rappers killing the art like some suicide bombers If that's what raps become Ima body this whole genre This flow will make you yack, when you do, take a breather While you're hunched out, use your back, to kick it back, lifting my feet up Come on, follow the leader Alas, they follow me fast, if I were to hit the brakes, their face would slam against the dash now Tell that b*t*h to stop yelling, Ima shake her If her brain is still bouncing around her skull I'm doing you a favor It's my nature, the havoc that I wreak Boy I'm smoother than both of my cheeks after using a Gillete razor, yuh And f**k these haters, matter of fact, f**k their feedback All of my words are bullets and they're aiming for those kneecaps So, your weak ass, really needs to mind your beeswax Or catch three jabs at top, lying in pave wherever you sleep at, dig? That me rap, no chance of showing mercy They asked to see M.E. but my vision looking burry Son, I'm captain of this game, I be something that they idol Only way to strip this title is if you rip off my jersey, kid Coming through and I be breaking down every single suspicion That, Tommy been out of his league for so long He trash, but I've written now Never considered a rapper, just a Hip Hop technician So, regardless of whether you like it or not, here's my position I got to be competition to those opposing the vision My vocabulary be dropping with near perfect precision Divided them down the middle like Dutchess, with my decision I'm pursuing every passion of mine, while y'all just wishing I had my favorite rappers mad at me that's how it goes Because we got a bigger crowd response at all the shows When I see them afterwards, they're turning up their nose You know what they say, all that glitters isn't gold Lingo, Baron, and Webby, better grab a machete The cyphers Cloverfield hope you keep the camera steady Never be sleeping or we creeping in this b*t*h like Freddy It's Grind Mode till my feet up and my casket ready I'm that young Italiano
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