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kenson (formerly emmo the kid) - hip hop scriptures lyrics

[verse 1]
shattuck to the ave ‘n 40 bottle smashin’
minor charge catchin’ but problems turn to laughin’
so start cheesin’ for all different reasons
and recognize the situation you be in
i keep it g. to the a.m.e
f-ck time, let us live forever can’t them c?
like the letter before up, gotta get your fill
metaphors for warm up, took a different pill
when the matrix gave options, charging and stompin’
always spit ill, that is not stoppin’
flow easy like that n-gga outta compton
hoes be dropping like flies when the flock in
coochie popping, tv action
we be three separated beings all in
one form of godly seed planted by pops in moms then
from there existence started

[verse 2]
goal to fill lined pages with hieroglyphs
spit so hard make a part of your spinal shift
like scoliosis, peep the prophets in rare form
dissect your flesh, dead fresh with my hair long
bust eardrums with the sound of an air h-rn
quest for the cusp, motherf-ckers been fair warned
don’t doubt the sk!lls n-gga, rhymes for geographic
position on the universal scale, emmo has it
give me a jazzy beat, a little chapstick
for all my blessed ashiness then we can match wits
cut out the extraneous so the bars on
this war? i catch them with the sneak like a car bomb
leg and an arm gone, bleeding out the mouthpiece
crawl out the gutter, same place that they found me
head on a platter like john for the bounty
you couldn’t be clean getting baptized in downy

[verse 3]
n-ggas try to clown but don’t fit in at a side show
i’m feeling like the geto boyz, don’t want to talk to 5-0
bounce like a rock on the hardwood
rappers kick soft styles claiming that it’s all good
bet you can’t hang when i bring it to your neck spot
red equals dead like a malfunctioned xbox
listen to the rhythm like a b-ss line, rollin’
break a b-tch down, leave a canine broken
every time i speak it’s a prophesy spoken
now i’m on 100, that’s the chance of you chokin’
me? not a way no how this refusal
something hard to digest, grab a metamucil
bring it to your eye sockets and your pupils
never can deny watching how i school fools
make a sucker dance like i’m shooting at the toes now
devious, diabolical, and the flow’s wild

- kenson formerly emmo the kid lyrics

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