Blue Ribbon - Copywrite

Without me getting to sentimental, I want to say

Drink my warm piss on ninety degrees summer day

You run away without a modeling agency

God has been praising me

Lately on my songs been amazing me

As Islamic as Asia be

But as Christian as Kanye

Quote scriptures from psalms page

And hit a bitch in the broad day

Underground hereditary, you see me and mom and pops

We don’t clear samples, no duty free vodka shots

Bruce B, Scott Le Rock mixed with Bruce Lee, Kookie

Charles Manson, all his grandsons bully D pops and Pac

Weed session, so they both cashed out like a recession

Please bless them, before the seven deadly sins and greed gets them

Probably a little too late, honestly

Copy is a two tape prodigy, you fakes honor me

You take just you wait, watch and see

If you hate modesty, you will love me

You bootleg chopping knees

Pick up your bird, we swerve in a rental cruse

I serve her the genital, she bite like its where their originals

I might murder her in the news

You heard of her in the news

They didn’t catch the killer

I went back to get her purse

And filled her hearse with cats and litter

Killer verse, is lacking filler

Rap until a lung collapse

I swing him off his fucking axe

Lets kill it back until it crashes into Saturn

My patterns are madder than mothers against drunks

Shattering rims, dunk

Can battle him after we gets up

Oh pardon me, I’m having an out of body experience

My body’s out of my body, out in the lobby hearing this

Smoked a dozen times, while you wrote the dime a dozen rhymes

While you headlined and wondered how I poked, a dozen die

King of my city’s Kong

While some dummy getting on

Which is as unbelievable as a brand new biggie song

I’m no hoochie, that’s plain to see

I’m about as far as G as A-Z

Please for you, watch your P’s and Q’s

Before I cross your T’s, Drop your I’s and leave you bruised

«He the sharpest motherfucker, and he always on point

Razor sharp, with the rhymes, whatever.»

Specialize in petty theft, sneak into your treasure chest

Take every cent, but leave a penny left, thieve your NES

You went to drama speak, puffed two tons of chron a week

Sonic heat on the beat, clocking two hundred dollar sneaks

Who wants to beef?

I’m packing two kinds of heat

I’m mac-ing two kinds freaks

Bring a napkin to wipe her cheeks

Forty inch cable chain

Hanging swang like orangutang

Save you some fatal pain

Never gaze you will sprain your brain

And move behind me

Doing ninety with brew inside me

Do a high speed chase

If the troopers find me, who’s beside me?

Code name C.I.B., loosing you cats

If I’m moving too fast

Please stop me, mock three when I chief broccoli

I’m sparking a dark hash

Nervous with the warrant

Watching Cops, hoping its not my apartment they knock at

You started, ill stop that

With a new Glock, I copped that

Target the pop at

Any cats that wanted they spot back

«Heavy airplay all day, with no chorus» x4