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guilty simpson - coroner's music lyrics

you gotta look around, there ain’t nothin’ changed
i sho’ hope somebody’s listenin’ to what i’m sayin’

[it’ll be a cold day in h-ll
i would never change, my style or my profile]

coroner music, g.s. boi!
o.j. simpson…

[verse 1]

coroners must love my sh-t for certain, i keep ’em workin’
cause your boy got pull like a diesel person
in this rap tug-o-war, i yank the cord and watch ’em all fall down
my rapport is lethal, no equal, no survivors, no sequel
none compare, they crumble when the monster stares
i see through you, my heat do to you what they should have did
molotov c-cktails tossed in ya crib
death to the fake is the only way to live
mama said give, car is charity
guns at the temple for a moment of clarity
there’s no comparing me, please!
i’d rather be a corpse than compared to these wack emcees
make a list, whoever you dudes take, never confuse great
i do ’em in like tube steak, and digest ’em
seven mile section, vest for protection, it’s no correction
guilty, i got next, and a red-dot to the chest of these of these so-called high prospects
i got techs and techniques unknown to those
that misrepresent the stage when i stole the show
detroit the city you suppose’ to know, already
respect my home, the dreads heavy
deadly in the jungle, wit’ a machete
choppin’ through vines, organized crime
solar eclipses couldn’t stop my shine
tryin’ to sabotage when i jot my rhymes
on a stone tablet, i use hammer and nails
poppin’ aspirin, the rap game environment(?) is h-ll
stay ???, they wanna do me in like kwame
so i k!lled patrick, it’s still practice
to keep it ghetto, pull more strings than geppetto
and laugh while the stray echo, and wake up neighbors
what i toke’s ridiculous, i spit black licorice flavor
how you a playa? they put you waivers
black acid, when i drop on paper
o.j. simpson, ode to the ghetto: the remixes
evil, like three sixes

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