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verbal mcmahon - garden of sour lyrics

[intro]
f-ck that sh-t
speak…
-laughter-
oh sh-t
this that movie sh-t here
motion picture sh-t
lower east sh-t
yeah…uh..yeah..

[verse 1]
you already know the l is where my team be at
sometimes i reminisce over an l, it brings me back
the royal family; shake hands with me, kingly dap
houdini rap, magic on the mic like, penny guard jordan
flow jordan river, give you shivers
only see compet-tion when i gaze into the mirror
simmer down children, tension now building
feeling like a native indian to a pilgrim
trust you, you’ll prolly k!ll me
f-ck you, i don’t believe, got my own tricks up my sleeve
strollin with shooter steve, he rollin up the relieve
these shorties known to deceive, but verbal know the better
rhyme journal never shred up, i’m eternal, live forever
immortals stomp in, corresponding with a hybrid
eyelids feelin heavy but i keep ’em open
paper over p-ssy, gotta keep the slogan you know

[hook x2]
it’s usually the wack ones that yap gums ’bout this & that
just let my track run, p-ss them, they missing facts
giving vibes out to ladies, they throw kisses back
i sit in my garden of sour & listen to rap

[verse 2]
major factor in the game, i know that they aware of me
it’s the flip with a rican twist, so they stare at me
it’s just kenneth cole & love in the air with me
sometimes i drink til they gotta take care of me
they say the real riches on the inside
what’s the window to the soul? oh my eyes been wide
got a manager at ringside if i got a match
but, really no match for the kid you can’t catch
if you can then you lucky, not nice
think twice ‘fore you do, all you 2’s, peep the 1, heed the advice
encyclopedia bright, i glow just like the beam off a lightsaber
the nightbreaker, skipped the 9th chamber
desire paper, among other things like, happiness & all that
rap galaxy you’re all trapped
if my words set you free, then you know that i’m the truth
what more you need to believe? here go the proof

[hook]

[verse 3]
i hope the word spread like b-tter or disease
to all the hookers on their knees, to all the captains out at sea
the sound of the scientist put your mind at ease
feel my pulse now, make some kneel, make most bow
plus i gained a couple years, see me in the post now
eyes slightly slanted like a post route
spit the holy sh-t, touch you bring your ghost out
verbal supernatural, the laws of nature don’t apply

[hook]

- verbal mcmahon lyrics

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