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soma (rapper) - causin' mass hysteria lyrics

[intro]
yo, check it out…

[verse 1]
i be the catalyst, the master mix
the microphone m-s-ch-st, i be blastin’ kids when tall 40 -sses kissed
i roll up the graph to splif, speak cuz my gab is lit
my pockets be on even because i pay too much cash for kicks
some ask me why i walk the streets like i’m a monster beast
the kid comes off with ease but he’s too good he never talks or speaks
stand with the concrete, conjur up a beat
concentratin’ ponda grief smokin’ up my ganja leaf
i’m on my mind with mill material, maybe make me a miracle
mutilate microphones makin’ m-ssacres with metronomes
now who’s the next punk that’s steppin’, i be kickin’ your ribs in like mel gibson and i don’t even pack a lethal weapon
see i be goin’ out like jason when he hit the city
slashin all these b-tch -ss rappers my gift of gab is gritty
i show no pitty for these sh-tty committees, i punk the punks and make their eyes swell like a pregnant b-tch’s t-tties
suckers don’t be step, i see the sickless and i slaughtered ’em
lockin’ up motherf-ckers and the same thing with they daughters, heh
cause there’s a way to be a sucker and a way to be a snitch but you
you go both ways like a p-rno b-tch
i’m pullin’ cards sword fast pull my way to pullin styles
p-ssy punani i’m probably pullin’ thous and thous
little lyrical lunatic, compet-tion is soon to quit
soon to get wounded, i’m brutal like what stacey koon did
there’s no limit to my lyrical capacity, i paint a bl–dy tapestry
take b-tches out of chasity, she raps to me
your girl gave me the -ss, true she’s no robin givens but she gives the best head of the cl-ss
i’m speakin’ speakin’ spana, spooky sparky
b-tches find it that i spit on spectators like charles barkley
your b-tch wraps her legs around my waist like a hula hoop
before you pull a pool of truth, you know my style is bulletproof..

[verse 2]
rappers are pitiful, miserable
my lyrics go through metaphysical rituals and cripple individuals
i make crazy residuals, givin’ mystical visuals
my apparition’s visions leave conditions most in critical
i’m like pathlogs dogs and start to salidate when gettin’ in my battle state
my saddle’s like a rattlesnake
and that’ll make ya feel the threat thats on my casette
but why you sweatin’ kid? oh yeah that’s right i make p-ssies wet
i love the b-tches who would swear that i was blind’
spend my life in jail cuz i’m feelin’ t-tties like nipples with braille
but i ain’t f-ckin’ no fat b-tches, no fakin’
just because i hit the head don’t mean i feel like makin’ bacon
now, i get my inspiration for creation, rhymes are plenty when he racin’ 40 ounces
sippin’ empty 20-20’s spark it up the buddha smoke will have me squintin’
i’m leavin’ mics sore like -ssh0l-s in san quentin
now who’s the next to try, identify the best of guys
i k!ll them off like pesticides and terrorize who testifies
they sheddin’ tears for fears if they got biz up in my area
even set out america, causin’ m-ss hysteria..

- soma rapper lyrics

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