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Sayings about Place But: From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-
From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-

From Pappilon Wingz by Kazeloon
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Place But Quotes: BLACKSTREETF/ BLINKY BLINK, MASE, MYA TAKE ME THERE CHORUS: MYA AND BLACKSTREET TAKE ME THERE, I WANNA GO THERE TAKE ME THERE. LET'S GO THERE TAKE ME TO THAT GREAT PLACE WITH WONDERS AND WISHES. TAKE ME THERE, I WANNA GO THERE TAKE ME THERE. YOU KNOW WHERE. JUST TAKE ME TO THAT GREAT PLACE WITH WONDERS AND WISHES. VERSE ONE: MYA SITTIN HERE THINKIN BOUT YESTERDAY ABOUT WHAT WE DID AND HOW WE USED TO PLAY JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOU BRINGS A SMILE UPON MY FACE THAT'S HOW IT MAKES ME FEEL TO SEE YOU EVERYDAY WHERE WE GO, NOBODY KNOWS AND WHAT WE DO, IS BETWEEN ME AND YOU SO C'MON AND TAKE MY HAND, TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE WHERE SMILES COME TO LIFE AND DREAMS COME TRUE VERSE TWO: CHAUNCEY OF BLACKSTREET LET'S MAKE A WISH CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO FIVE CUZ YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT I SEE THE MAGIC IN YOUR EYES YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH I KNOW TO BRING YOUR DREAMS TO LIFE WHERE WE GO, NOBODY KNOWS AND WHAT WE DO, IS BETWEEN ME AND YOU SO C'MON AND TAKE MY HAND, TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE I DON'T WANT THIS DREAM TO EVER GO AWAY RAP ONE: MASE NOW ANGELICA'S THE ONE WITH ALL THE EXPOSURE DIL IS THE ONE WHO DROP IN THE STROLLER TOMMY GOT THE WHOLE WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS AND DIL CRIES TO SLEEP TIL' HIS EYES GET BLEAK I'M IDENTICAL TO CHUCKIE, CHUCKIE TO PETRO CHUCKIE GET SCARED, CHUCKIE SAYS
BLACKSTREETF/ BLINKY BLINK, MASE, MYA TAKE ME THERE CHORUS: MYA AND BLACKSTREET TAKE ME THERE, I WANNA GO THERE TAKE ME THERE. LET'S GO THERE TAKE ME TO THAT GREAT PLACE WITH WONDERS AND WISHES. TAKE ME THERE, I WANNA GO THERE TAKE ME THERE. YOU KNOW WHERE. JUST TAKE ME TO THAT GREAT PLACE WITH WONDERS AND WISHES. VERSE ONE: MYA SITTIN HERE THINKIN BOUT YESTERDAY ABOUT WHAT WE DID AND HOW WE USED TO PLAY JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOU BRINGS A SMILE UPON MY FACE THAT'S HOW IT MAKES ME FEEL TO SEE YOU EVERYDAY WHERE WE GO, NOBODY KNOWS AND WHAT WE DO, IS BETWEEN ME AND YOU SO C'MON AND TAKE MY HAND, TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE WHERE SMILES COME TO LIFE AND DREAMS COME TRUE VERSE TWO: CHAUNCEY OF BLACKSTREET LET'S MAKE A WISH CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO FIVE CUZ YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT I SEE THE MAGIC IN YOUR EYES YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH I KNOW TO BRING YOUR DREAMS TO LIFE WHERE WE GO, NOBODY KNOWS AND WHAT WE DO, IS BETWEEN ME AND YOU SO C'MON AND TAKE MY HAND, TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE I DON'T WANT THIS DREAM TO EVER GO AWAY RAP ONE: MASE NOW ANGELICA'S THE ONE WITH ALL THE EXPOSURE DIL IS THE ONE WHO DROP IN THE STROLLER TOMMY GOT THE WHOLE WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS AND DIL CRIES TO SLEEP TIL' HIS EYES GET BLEAK I'M IDENTICAL TO CHUCKIE, CHUCKIE TO PETRO CHUCKIE GET SCARED, CHUCKIE SAYS "LET'S GO." IF I WAS A RUGRAT, IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO REAL ME AND MY TWIN WOULD'VE BEEN JUST LIKE PHIL AND LIL RAP TWO: BLINKY BLINK AND WITH ONE WISH, BLINK GRANT YOU ONE TRIP WHERE WE GOIN, IT'S AN ADVENTURE, WHO YOU WANNA COME WITH SEE YOU'RE MY LITTLE BROTHER THAT I'LL COME GET RUN WITH, BUT IT'S GOTTA BE DONE QUICK YO CHUCKY IS SCARED AND TOMMY IS SAD AND PHIL AND LIL MISSES THEIR MOM AND DAD SO TAKE THE TIME OF DAY AND WE'LL FIND THE PLACE AND I GUARANTEE THAT WE WILL ALL GET HOME SAFE MYA: JUST TAKE ME THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From Take Me There by Blackstreet F/ Blinky Blink
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Place But Quotes: X-Men stunting hoes on dat Molly call me Professor Xavier-SavageLand Shotcallah there holy savior-I make them spark then they feel the jubilee-I put them in my Gambit decc that's why they stay true to me-but not really at all-they say they know me so raw-but I swear I don't know them hoes at all-but they domain is my balls-I'm happy just to escape dem walls-who cares about crank calls-they tank and fall-that's why them hoes stank to all-they claim that I like them but I don't hang wit em at all-they try to hang on da balls-they need to try to hang on dem walls-fake Spiderwoman wanna be Blacc Widow Spiders-baccstabbers with no spy door set em on fire-when I spit Aqua Net-that blue sky is fallen-dey to chiccen for my Foxx Den-I'm they X-Men no Captain save a hoe hate em like they ex-men-I Morph on them and shift-they are the apple of my third blind eye I'm the Asiatic Chamelion-I blend thru the shade-I throw there way-and creep away-to a better way-where everyth! ang-is straight no weird or strange-highways-that are lower then the nade-they say we gave him nath-but I laugh cuz I barely know your name-I don't remember lames-nowadays-I tend to leave them in the old guttah drains-where I washed away-my strain of pain-in a Yakisoba then I fried it with my paste-and took it to the brain-burned them in bad memories-never to really ever mess with them silly hoes-trix are for rabbits-I be rabbit to quick on my toes-and done with that dejavu demo-I dropped that EP long lomg time ago-but them dumb hoes-didn't even know-fucc dey colabo-they just trying to hard to spin with a globe-that really don't like them cuz they shallow with no control-of they con artist soul-they kiss ass to people that don't even roll-just the procedural gimmicks the formalities of a award show-the fake smiles the fake props-might as well be talking to stage props-they stay hot-but they not-them hoes look hot-but they cold and way off-from my spot-they were gett! ing luke warmer but then not at all-they not in my Beehive of ! Killer S warmers they just sting and die and fall-like a Honey Bee-to nutra sweet to be on my square C & H 126 Cubes in my pink box-I got to many like at Atlantic Square them baddies on me in pink floccs-Flymingo hoes-on throw-exchange them like clothes-that I outgrown-then go fit sum moe-come one come all-one size fits all-pussies all look the same inside ya'll-better not beat it up raw-until the ice breaker thaw-when it's more spicy-then wifey-until then tell em nighty nighty-sleep on me once-stay sleeping we done-it was only for they income-pimp and dip is the outcome-got ghost way before the how come-just a wild Wolverine Wilderbeast-surviving off pure real pure Lean-they almost had me in they web of extacy-but Molly came and rescued me-off to the place by the beach-where you could smell the blue sea-my paradise and retreat-no lingering of salty T-I-D-E-them past hoes looking like white sandcrabs digging so grumpy-mole crabs that can't spy-black out they eyes- sand fleas-ni! gga please-this ain't Darkwing-arch enemy-they see thru like Albuneidae-all bun and lame-with they all bunny gang-hop on and bounce to another Watership Down with dem I am not-they lie and they hog-greedy pigs with no trained thought-except on being T.H.O.T-“TRAMP HOES ON THRU”-you know you ain't true-it's funny when you don't like dem hoes no matter who they are-they just ain't worth the Blackcard-I wouldn't kick it with them if I was Charlie Horse-and they was da def of black tar-Black Gypsy ain't worth the needle marks-the tracks or scars-Original Trapstar from Da Park-can't be no Clark-Lois I'm cool on dat Lane-I steer clear-with no fear-away from them while they steer with there rear-boring rudy pooh butts grow more lamer year by year-tell Goodyear-I'm blimping having a Hoodyear-don't let the air out I got no time to flap my wings-so shut your thirst trap yellow belly canaries and sing-while your friendemys feeding you seeds-that won't grow ! shit they could be-my Golden Coi's from my loins-on Da Boyz-! but no G olden Dragon's will ever sprout wings-from them dead seeds-they can't breathe-for hogging the live air like a tweeked out Radio Personality-that don't sleep-on high speed-zoom zoom no crashing no sleep-only in they dreams-that's when we could be-they DB-Dookie Bootys-that need a real good clean-they try to be mean-but they too NICE like Paris Night Life sight seeing-they a sore sight to percieve-they gonna be sorer once they learn how to read-they gave me brain like a True Blue Beast-they big body but to nerdy-on me-talk is cheap-so I guess they rich ass don't say shit to me-but they know how to stalk me in my dreams-they know mental telepathy-but they brain a rental a throw away piece-like a cap named Jimmy on Dean-I'm a dancing purple Yahoo logo spinning the Google Chrome like the 1's & 2's so Lean-rapping down with the Bing-for years about ten of em-we been competing for search results on the web who can surf and hang ten & stay on-better then the rest of ! em-them fake ass bitches say I'm they Baby Boy I tell em go molest someone-they be juggling nuts with they mug-until they look like Juggernaut more like Juggernutts-living up to the name?or barely living with a Jane Doe for there name?-how they gonna be my Paypal with no I.D?-my special powers is freestylean-them hating ass hoes be weak styling-fake Mystiques-hating on da LunaTechniques-them Ravens ain't welcome on my Edgar Allen Pole-I tell them freaks to kick rocks with a extra toe-they can't be my Queen in this Chessgame-leaving they King stuck in a Pawns Game-with no Castling to protect my frame-I burn them on “The Island Of Demons”-with my hellish lil Hellboy semens-mad and hot because they won't be breeding-I spit Neyaphlegm then teleport my mini me's called Azazel-I make Grand Daddy Purple clocks from basil-then night crawl and creep away with Hazel-a.k.a Kalica Kid we “THE BEST OF THE WEST”-God's Manifest-on a Forever Quest-is how we settle 4 les! s-call me Vandabilly the Kalico Kid on a Doc Hovercraft-blast ! em back to the past-from the future cancel they immortal pass-lock them up in my Toon Town in Roger Rabbit's Frame-I be 2 Rabbit for them turtles in this hares race-speed it up like Tron when you advance in my game-I make the rhythm and beat and create the stage-like Professor X with my brain-double initials like M & M and S.S I taught Miss Grey-my craft like Black & White Magic paints-Secret Service Black Swan 27-flip them to Heaven-I'm 27 Socialites how I strike with my PeninsuL.A my ink da sea-I break it off like slanging on my Green IsL.And now the sides are 4 not 3-AtL.Antic in my backyard-put it like Atlantic Square on my Blackcard-I shapshift from a held down feathered Blackswan in tar- to a Eagle on the streets-no more clipped wings-what's a clip full of wings if you ain't gonna let it fly?-I turn Angels into Demons when I let the heat ride-the heatwave of demise-we Super Mario Feather fly-with a clip full of P-Wings aiming for the sky-we hustlean flip the Racoon Sui! t to the Feather from a green shell to red-honing in on the score-to fly blowing the Whistle on P-Wings as we soar-skipping levels drop King Koopa like the Devil-make Bowser bow down some more-to the hellish Nader Floor-I'm at least a Double Up Thug-I'm her ex man-more like her X-Men-twice the man of the best man-no wedding-throwing rice out the G-Ride window by the plenty-blessing the cars with almost gas tanks on empty-refuel em and send them down the freeway-send em to the highway with my free brain-no need 2 lie I been free mang-going on 5 years out the State Pen with leeway-so who's winning this Street Game?-pass them scary hoes on geek lame-on to the next man-I'm they X-Men-Molly dropped them in her pot of fools gold-Pyrite Queens-that big pipe ride ween dings-may the real live truth be told-I live in my Studio getting Fugu blowed-spitting the realest shit I never wrote-to the truest shit I ever spoke-them hoes are hella weird I'm going against all odds-whil! e they try to get even for me leaving on Da MOB-
X-Men stunting hoes on dat Molly call me Professor Xavier-SavageLand Shotcallah there holy savior-I make them spark then they feel the jubilee-I put them in my Gambit decc that's why they stay true to me-but not really at all-they say they know me so raw-but I swear I don't know them hoes at all-but they domain is my balls-I'm happy just to escape dem walls-who cares about crank calls-they tank and fall-that's why them hoes stank to all-they claim that I like them but I don't hang wit em at all-they try to hang on da balls-they need to try to hang on dem walls-fake Spiderwoman wanna be Blacc Widow Spiders-baccstabbers with no spy door set em on fire-when I spit Aqua Net-that blue sky is fallen-dey to chiccen for my Foxx Den-I'm they X-Men no Captain save a hoe hate em like they ex-men-I Morph on them and shift-they are the apple of my third blind eye I'm the Asiatic Chamelion-I blend thru the shade-I throw there way-and creep away-to a better way-where everyth! ang-is straight no weird or strange-highways-that are lower then the nade-they say we gave him nath-but I laugh cuz I barely know your name-I don't remember lames-nowadays-I tend to leave them in the old guttah drains-where I washed away-my strain of pain-in a Yakisoba then I fried it with my paste-and took it to the brain-burned them in bad memories-never to really ever mess with them silly hoes-trix are for rabbits-I be rabbit to quick on my toes-and done with that dejavu demo-I dropped that EP long lomg time ago-but them dumb hoes-didn't even know-fucc dey colabo-they just trying to hard to spin with a globe-that really don't like them cuz they shallow with no control-of they con artist soul-they kiss ass to people that don't even roll-just the procedural gimmicks the formalities of a award show-the fake smiles the fake props-might as well be talking to stage props-they stay hot-but they not-them hoes look hot-but they cold and way off-from my spot-they were gett! ing luke warmer but then not at all-they not in my Beehive of ! Killer S warmers they just sting and die and fall-like a Honey Bee-to nutra sweet to be on my square C & H 126 Cubes in my pink box-I got to many like at Atlantic Square them baddies on me in pink floccs-Flymingo hoes-on throw-exchange them like clothes-that I outgrown-then go fit sum moe-come one come all-one size fits all-pussies all look the same inside ya'll-better not beat it up raw-until the ice breaker thaw-when it's more spicy-then wifey-until then tell em nighty nighty-sleep on me once-stay sleeping we done-it was only for they income-pimp and dip is the outcome-got ghost way before the how come-just a wild Wolverine Wilderbeast-surviving off pure real pure Lean-they almost had me in they web of extacy-but Molly came and rescued me-off to the place by the beach-where you could smell the blue sea-my paradise and retreat-no lingering of salty T-I-D-E-them past hoes looking like white sandcrabs digging so grumpy-mole crabs that can't spy-black out they eyes- sand fleas-ni! gga please-this ain't Darkwing-arch enemy-they see thru like Albuneidae-all bun and lame-with they all bunny gang-hop on and bounce to another Watership Down with dem I am not-they lie and they hog-greedy pigs with no trained thought-except on being T.H.O.T-“TRAMP HOES ON THRU”-you know you ain't true-it's funny when you don't like dem hoes no matter who they are-they just ain't worth the Blackcard-I wouldn't kick it with them if I was Charlie Horse-and they was da def of black tar-Black Gypsy ain't worth the needle marks-the tracks or scars-Original Trapstar from Da Park-can't be no Clark-Lois I'm cool on dat Lane-I steer clear-with no fear-away from them while they steer with there rear-boring rudy pooh butts grow more lamer year by year-tell Goodyear-I'm blimping having a Hoodyear-don't let the air out I got no time to flap my wings-so shut your thirst trap yellow belly canaries and sing-while your friendemys feeding you seeds-that won't grow ! shit they could be-my Golden Coi's from my loins-on Da Boyz-! but no G olden Dragon's will ever sprout wings-from them dead seeds-they can't breathe-for hogging the live air like a tweeked out Radio Personality-that don't sleep-on high speed-zoom zoom no crashing no sleep-only in they dreams-that's when we could be-they DB-Dookie Bootys-that need a real good clean-they try to be mean-but they too NICE like Paris Night Life sight seeing-they a sore sight to percieve-they gonna be sorer once they learn how to read-they gave me brain like a True Blue Beast-they big body but to nerdy-on me-talk is cheap-so I guess they rich ass don't say shit to me-but they know how to stalk me in my dreams-they know mental telepathy-but they brain a rental a throw away piece-like a cap named Jimmy on Dean-I'm a dancing purple Yahoo logo spinning the Google Chrome like the 1's & 2's so Lean-rapping down with the Bing-for years about ten of em-we been competing for search results on the web who can surf and hang ten & stay on-better then the rest of ! em-them fake ass bitches say I'm they Baby Boy I tell em go molest someone-they be juggling nuts with they mug-until they look like Juggernaut more like Juggernutts-living up to the name?or barely living with a Jane Doe for there name?-how they gonna be my Paypal with no I.D?-my special powers is freestylean-them hating ass hoes be weak styling-fake Mystiques-hating on da LunaTechniques-them Ravens ain't welcome on my Edgar Allen Pole-I tell them freaks to kick rocks with a extra toe-they can't be my Queen in this Chessgame-leaving they King stuck in a Pawns Game-with no Castling to protect my frame-I burn them on “The Island Of Demons”-with my hellish lil Hellboy semens-mad and hot because they won't be breeding-I spit Neyaphlegm then teleport my mini me's called Azazel-I make Grand Daddy Purple clocks from basil-then night crawl and creep away with Hazel-a.k.a Kalica Kid we “THE BEST OF THE WEST”-God's Manifest-on a Forever Quest-is how we settle 4 les! s-call me Vandabilly the Kalico Kid on a Doc Hovercraft-blast ! em back to the past-from the future cancel they immortal pass-lock them up in my Toon Town in Roger Rabbit's Frame-I be 2 Rabbit for them turtles in this hares race-speed it up like Tron when you advance in my game-I make the rhythm and beat and create the stage-like Professor X with my brain-double initials like M & M and S.S I taught Miss Grey-my craft like Black & White Magic paints-Secret Service Black Swan 27-flip them to Heaven-I'm 27 Socialites how I strike with my PeninsuL.A my ink da sea-I break it off like slanging on my Green IsL.And now the sides are 4 not 3-AtL.Antic in my backyard-put it like Atlantic Square on my Blackcard-I shapshift from a held down feathered Blackswan in tar- to a Eagle on the streets-no more clipped wings-what's a clip full of wings if you ain't gonna let it fly?-I turn Angels into Demons when I let the heat ride-the heatwave of demise-we Super Mario Feather fly-with a clip full of P-Wings aiming for the sky-we hustlean flip the Racoon Sui! t to the Feather from a green shell to red-honing in on the score-to fly blowing the Whistle on P-Wings as we soar-skipping levels drop King Koopa like the Devil-make Bowser bow down some more-to the hellish Nader Floor-I'm at least a Double Up Thug-I'm her ex man-more like her X-Men-twice the man of the best man-no wedding-throwing rice out the G-Ride window by the plenty-blessing the cars with almost gas tanks on empty-refuel em and send them down the freeway-send em to the highway with my free brain-no need 2 lie I been free mang-going on 5 years out the State Pen with leeway-so who's winning this Street Game?-pass them scary hoes on geek lame-on to the next man-I'm they X-Men-Molly dropped them in her pot of fools gold-Pyrite Queens-that big pipe ride ween dings-may the real live truth be told-I live in my Studio getting Fugu blowed-spitting the realest shit I never wrote-to the truest shit I ever spoke-them hoes are hella weird I'm going against all odds-whil! e they try to get even for me leaving on Da MOB-

From X-MEN by Kazeloon