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geez francisco - over 9000 lyrics

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[verse1: geez francisco]

feel like i’m ak-ma , master of throwing m-ssive hadokens
and clearing out your set with shoryukens
b-tch i been ruthless beat a n-gga dad too some luther
illadelph imploding on your group sh-t
superman coming when i shoot ya
super kryptonite what i’m deucing left him in the sewer
what you really know about the flow ?
martial arts like shang tsung n-gga give me souls
in the cosmos with about four hoes, inhaling star
exhaling black holes, tell me sky’s the limit motherf-cker stop lying
shouldn’t have talked ya sh-t motherf-cker stop crying
when i raise the iron, kung fu tyrant
no arms on me still lead them to retire
dragon at birth first cry was a fire, me and dukes made it out
cord still tied up
imma do this sh-t until my vocal cords expire, this the empire
you are just a peasant, chicken in the path of an eagle how reckless
end up on my checklist coming for your neck best protect it
get a whiff of brains and dissect it, eat it with some relish
yeah that’s my method respect it
otherwise end up with your head split
in your momma garden finding fingers by the lettuce
enough of the bull time to show your f-ckers gore
ken0bi on the mic with the motherf-cking force
lighting while i’m striking marijuana got me horsed
got it from my poppy homie n-gga gracias
forty orty boy leave him on the corner boy
call the coroner he gone need a corridor
sh-t got ugly had to put the knife in his rugby
now all a n-gga need is and all white snuggie
nightmare in sp slipping through the cracks
coppers try arrest me they implanting crack
cause i’m young and black and all i know is attack
they said they smell drugs i told them it’s a rap
cause i spit crack and never grip sacks
except for all the buddha and back wood packs
size 11 stomping on a b-tch n-gga face
coppers looking for me tell them catch me outer sp-ce
i ain’t do the crime so motherf-ck the time
n-ggas say they blew but i ain’t land mine
bunch of groovy n-ggas with these chicken heads arousing
feeling on the waste of a chick who italian
asked for the d i told her no problem
still public housing until i’m owning public housing
flow like a geiser hotter than a visor
what’s the kid power level? over 9000
b-tch



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