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Haas Spitta
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No Regards for Human Life
Listen amateur I multiply track like parameters My temperature Can't be measured in Fahrenheit My voice build like levels of paradise I'm addicted to the cyph, no regards for human life So me and LBJ bumbin watch the throne while I burn ya nervous system down like ancient Rome Lemmi jus ensure, pure white like ensure I'm fresher than kosher, better respect my culture Lick off my plate ya lazy ass vulture I keep workin, grinding, needa multure For the hip-hop innovator, renovator, chosen one That must be me, nothing into somethin like a muster seed You can't touch my sheen, that's how my luster be I'm sub-degree but hotter than three cups of tea Cuz I'm cold as Himalayas with the super soaker sprayer
Study like a scientist so I know the game is bleak I'm a podiatrist so examine yo defeat, MC's is weak, yall too petite I make mincemeat, and conquer like Anglo-Saxons Spit wit passion, you ain't a fraction of my essence I'm the quintessence of rhyme attraction Leave ya brain with lactic acid, smooth assassin faction closing in faster than Claxton Or Aroldis Chapman zippin it pass ya helmet Rock ya like Elvis, now I got ya head bobbin like a fuckin' hooker's pelvic Better listen close cuz I know you hoes deft and ya vision impaired But I'm Mos Definitely up in the air And my suc-cess ain't up in the air But I will leave ya shakin like snare drums Now ya need tums to stomach my shit, that you could smell farther than slave ship N everytime I spit, Abu-Labab be rolling in his grave Remind him of his whip, firm grip when I crack the back of the beat, crying for pacifist reach
I'm no prophet but, this the prophecy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Tell the proctor he Better be cautious when he talkin to the prodigy The light breaths within me I'm tryna toss the sheath The marksman heat, rockin beats with sharp physique That'll leave ya whole legion famished Brandished my talents from the dark I'm a Slave of god, I wonder what he branded on my heart Professor of the arts, carry Provokin' thoughts from the clouds I'm a descendant Cool under pressure like Abraham thrown in the flames And Emerged without a blemish Our idols finally became the true menace A lion born in the heat of the flames comin' off my sentence Eyes Closed Chakras Open, they say I'm too lyrical Hard body in the physical world But soft heart in the spiritual Listen close you can hear my soul bleedin' Every rhyme you can hear my soul speakin' It's a paper thin line between givin' and receivin' It's like the people lost the last page of the Qur'an It's hidden at the border line between our nations We'll never unify So I close my eyes and Awake From Hibernation My voice paitin' the magnum opus Eyes Closed Chakras Open The picture blurred but I'm focused Everybody got a path to choose I chose mine But the rap game walkin' the line between dead and ruffied And need new knees like Greg Oden
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