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juggaknots - epiphany lyrics

[scratching]

behold the fungus among us
when dabblin with babblin
i sends the battle scene to the apocalypse
with this you grab my c-ck ya lips
be gettin sorta puckery
gettin the brewin g-ssed to save that -ss come stop the f-ckery
my style’ll leave ya posin like a hitch hiker
make me wanna b-tch microphone slap that shady -ss, you bullsh-t n-gg-
your frontin said you didn’t think too hot of me
but once you feel the vocal sodomy you’ll say, “you got it, g”
i finds the virgin ears i’m bustin raw pops
ya savin the drops, tryin to -n-lyze my dna, the verbal blueprint
even if you spend eternity you’re baffled, n-gg-
havin not the slightest clue of how i’m swingin
bringin styles and flow that’s nastier than urine
see my sh-t is pure and ghetto embellished demonic funk and all that good sh-t
a bad n-gg- when it comes to grabbin mics
i love all women of the spectrum, f-ck around i’m stabbin dyk-s
and as i hurt em i convert em, when it comes to honey dip skits
i’m leavin p-ss-es sore as if you just delivered triplets, i flip sh-t
when n-gg-s say the brewin doesn’t rhyme slick
i yokes em in the heimlich just to get the f-ckin garbage out ya throat
mentally hardcore
there be no guard for defendin against the sh-t i’m sendin
once you’re comprehendin the ill funk aphrodisiac
givin the hoodies woodies as i’m f-ckin up the head like br-ss knuckles givin noogies

[scratching, h-rns]

i be’s the h-ll fire word reaver
even ripley can’t believe
i pull a stunt as if my name was colt seaver
aka the fall guy
i never score, why?
i’m hittin like mattingly
get your f-ckin webster’s dictionary
look under “fat” and you’ll see my profile so smile
you’re grinnin like the joker
cause i chose to smoke a mic and let you witness
get this through your thick skull: my sh-t is deadly
i kicks my verse, n-gg-s couldn’t offer compet-tion with a medley of their works
i smirks when booty n-gg-s try and grab this
survival of the fittest call me f-ckin tony atlas, at the podium
i pours my sodium in open flesh wounds as i mesh tunes with the vocal joint
to become the focal point
brothas of funk soon discover i be +deeper+ than that n-gg- larry fishburne’s +cover+
hover on the l, sorta like a stealth in the night
then i makes the party +jump+ even when it’s full of +white men+

[scratching, h-rns]

check it out
i represent enlightenment
that have you squintin
hintin to rewards of the lord’s charity received with clarity
i heave skillaful syllable is the brick i stick in music mortar
makin ya think and raisin my floor to architect

i comes to spark a teck
mind barrages m-ssages carressed in peace
the vocal acupuncture your stress released
like a hymen crack in my rhymin slack and never that
styles mysterious like under ll’s hat

the curious become the furious and play the jury
thus i’m found guilty labelin my sound filthy with the gutter in my utter
a fat b-tch goes, “me me me”
i cut her in pieces kill her sisters daughters and nieces
anything related to such a thought
i crush i fought hard representin wicked juggaknot minds
i breaks it down to your english
i makes you say, “i’m gooder”
verbs deeper than a hooker strictly bonin seven footers

[scratching, h-rns til fade]

- juggaknots lyrics

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