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verbal mcmahon – crack lyrics

[verse]
the verbal villain; you feelin him, know the feeling, he chillin, he bone chillin
he thrillin em how he k!llin em; fill em up with synonyms
spinnin em with a grin on em; winnin em over, sinnin though
but yo, who the f-ck he kiddin?

“yo what the f-ck he spittin? is that something different?
there’s something missin, sh-t, there must be, listen!
oh i know, oh i know, oh i know; look there it go, there it go, there it go
he ain’t sayin nothin stupid, he ain’t sayin nothin wack!”

ya just f-ckin stupid i’m just playin with the track, call the mayor matter fact
rhyme sprayer i attack, hungry all day that’s how i act
dismiss your prayers back, yo it’s mr. slay the track, al miller play it back
gather instrumentals, essentials to make it crack;
credentials to get a dap, potential to spit a rap so amazin
change the scenery, straight to brain the stinky greenery
looks deceiving thee but you believe in me & grieve for me
if i should ever leave this earth, my worth magnify for the whole fam & i
i’ll be d-mned if i do & if i don’t then who want
a problem with the immortal? asylum sick let me warn you
a minor slip i destroy you, implore you to try your luck elsewhere so aware
struck with knowledge of self, acknowledge the sk!ll
verb snipes from hills, i earn stripes in fields, you herbs write your will
a-mill, s-e-l it’s backwards for real
& i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill
we fill your soul with chills, chill

[hook]
and i am what crack was, we ill, i am what crack was, we ill
i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill

i am what crack was, we ill, i am what crack was, we ill
i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill

[verse]
the sour dieseler than kevin nash, put a big boot to your beggin -ss
my book of rhymes is my weapons stash, kept it vast
that corny sh-t get deaded fast, behead the m-ss
verb known to head the cl-ss; grade a
top quality around, got dames spittin game to me mahogany brown
they probably down, so i gotta see w-ssup
have em make the v erupt then the feet go up i seen enough
my team is clutch; the 4th never startled us
my songs above your head, think you belong on the r-t-rded bus
pardon us, who target us; l dot e dot s like spartucus
thieves make it hard to trust; thoughts sharp a must
wield the mental like a blade, never change, attention paid
i ain’t earnin i’m robbin your respect, you vibin to my set
time flyin they lyin if they claiming that i was tryin
see me aiming, don’t hold your fire brother, you just a wayan
behold the sire, street attire, make the choirs praise the higher powers
fire showers down upon the weak, i ponder deep
bomb on beats, all storm no calm, no peace
cons on streets that charge police
ready for whatever drama that the sergeant brings
i harm the freaks they lovin it, who am i to disagree?
nickname on my jersey, ala pistol pete

[hook]
and i am what crack was, we ill, i am what crack was, we ill (we ill)
i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill

i am what crack was, we ill (we ill), i am what crack was, we ill
i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill

yeah, crack rap, rap crack … l.e.s
& i am what crack was, we ill, we k!ll, we thrill
we fill your soul with chills, chill

- verbal mcmahon lyrics

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