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e. ville - 12/12/15 freestyle lyrics

[verse]
gotta watch, pop my top like a canned c-ke
what this man wrote, if it’s braille, make a hand smoke
my lips rake them over coals when i spit praise
as i risk take, stick stakes in their ribcage
just in case they’re bloodsuckers
none other makes the dumb stutters and open like umbrellas
some sputter…and screech to a halt
they break down, pressure low, seeking a pulse
doorkn-b dead, warning to get off my ledge
words is a furnace that’s corn cob fed
probably won’t understand, until i’ve done them in
i missed this..hug the pen cause it’s fun again
my bars speak to hardcore noire freak
i’m just a warrior, polishing his sword shealth
kick a flow until floor seeps
the poor sheep, they’re all raw meat, small beast, i’m off leash
no surprise, my mind’s eye like the open skies
throw a fit like a clothing drive
clean sweep like cobra kai, i should’ve broke his thigh
the flow and i have a bond like golden-eye
so deprived of the dope that i’ve spoken, right?
ovveride any code that these jokers tried
they’re like eville’s too ignorant save us
my light is transmitted by a filament of anger
hooded, a little stranger, could’ve been a strangler
zilla, so au, and dilla is the greatest….later

[outro]
and i could’ve bagged the hostess

- e ville lyrics

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