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bad karma - nullify lyrics

[coal cash]

i got bad brains like crackheads giving filatio
now it’s radiohead choke ’em dead with the way we flow
wow the ratio spread said it’s one verse a hundred
you better go get some more, i make wars even, outnumbered
hungered the season drought , lumbered plows to even out
these black clouds speak with thunder we sunder your dreams of clout
got you leaking out your c-nt
front, get your knot split
when we spit sh-t on your block go get the cops quick
obnoxious known to pop sh-t in public
you can smell what coal is cooking from brooklyn to suffolk
bring the ruckus, motherf-ckers get demolished
so run your wallets, before your brains become a jackson pollock
jacked like hydraulics acknowledge the omnipotent
instrument beyond what any paragon can implement
the dissident of obstruction that none’s touching
i’m done f-cking around with this underground destruction
you’re found fronting, we bum rushing to percussion
i’m known for crushing crowns and grounding clowns to nothing
you sound disgusting, we ain’t f-cking with the average
i’m maverick, the rap havoc, a hazardous track savage
unanimous dap for that you get clapped in the back of your cabbage
if the damage can’t be patched your synapse will be hatching maggots
don’t rap vapid, you get wrapped in a straight jacket
the tactics of jack it straight from the late great cl-ssic
tailor make your casket from trash spit by amateurs
you ain’t of hip-hop, you more of the jizz-mop janitor
flip pentameters, my stamina’s got more to prove
try to f-ck with my structure motherf-ckers are sure to lose
i’m short of fuse, turn your p-ssy to water luge
we slaughter you motherf-ckers till there’s nothing more to chew
i will k!ll all of you, so call your crew the more the merrier
y’all can be underground but only because i bury ya

[tabs]

i strike the mic with a t-tan’s wrath
you known for simple simile’s using like or as
that’s why i don’t like your -ss
i walk a righteous path but you writing trash
i’ma sn-tch the mic so fast it’ll slice yo -ss right in half
a ruthless soldier, pulling a lightning bolt from zeus’ holster
and throwing it through the vultures that ruin the culture
the truth is solar, so you best be moving over
i roast you in half a bar, tabs’ star’s a supernova
i know my part, i’m the one that holds a spark
and floods the globe with art, like mosaics in noah’s ark
i got a golden heart, nerves of steel and br-ss b-lls
telling these so called stars who bite at bars, it’s last call
i’ll smash your gl-ss jaw, take a dare, make you care
when i check your chin like kids looking for their first facial hair
you staying scared when i storm your block so call the cops
unorthodox, opening pandora’s box, there’s a warning shot
f-ck what you hand me, i only trust my family
man you f-ckers when you ante up, that’s why we up the ante
f-ck you candy coated rappers, you’ll get smacked for the wackness
and i’ll only bury the hatchet in the back of your jacket
i’m like f-ck the waiting, there’s been enough debating
if you snakes keep fronting i’ma have to punch your face in
it’s just amazing, while we were crushing stages
you’s was down the block giving mouth to c-ck resuscitation
suffocating these puppets waiting for publication
saying you overpaid is a great understatement
adjust the station, this pathetic style’s been dead awhile
but when them songs play it rubs me the wrong way like pedophiles
this is very visionary quick to bury tradition
so i’ma give it to you straight like missionary position
all of these cats are ordinary, we’re very deprived
so i’m underground till i die like i’m buried alive

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