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Kongcrete, the most hideous
Check it, check it, check it
Smoking hash, leave an open ash, broken stash, floating fast, lifted
Calm with the broken glass slur board, nasty nigga fucked Bertha
Insert her further than murder, pulled out then squirt her
Out for murder, out for murder, murder
Out for murder, pull a squeezed then hurt her
Out for Cheddar piece of cheese when in doubt love
Took Alicia Keys in and out love eight nine
Kongcrete, the most hideous
Check it, check it, check it
Smoking hash, leave an open ash, broken stash, floating fast, lifted
Calm with the broken glass slur board, nasty nigga fucked Bertha
Insert her further than murder, pulled out then squirt her
Out for murder, out for murder, murder
Out for murder, pull a squeezed then hurt her
Out for Cheddar piece of cheese when in doubt love
Took Alicia Keys in and out love eight nine
Hate all hate all fakes you call cross fate
Find your body at your girls weight walking
Create comment when I start to spit
Y'all niggaz spit conformant, conformant
Study every religion there is rythym for kids
Deadly as venom as this him or his friends of his
I'm like a guinnea pig with a skinny snitch hear me big
Like a penny-rich, hear me bitch, ready to let you see me spit
Here he is, is he really sick or is he really picked
To see the vic or is he really dead for what he did
Let the machette riffs spaghetti drip ready, get set, ready go
Ready to rock with steady flow to let you know we ready to go
Is he heavy? Is he petty? I was hungry shorty very yo, for heavy dough
I need some heavy dro, Megalon in your stereo
Ready to shoot the heady yo
Yo!
Lyrics with def rap this side of a letter bomb, yo Megalon
Pass that Megatron, guys on a hunt like a Predacon Smoking cedarwood trees from Lebanon
Facist sprites just on MTV terrorist threats looped on a MPC
Travel at a hundred eighty-six thousand kilobytes per second, downloaded on the MP3
1995 Long Island high-styled in the MPB
Monsta Island escaped from MCC
By any means, many fiends his team to toast teens
Toast the scenes for the hos to scream mostly seen
Bruvee avoided get at me Veluciani 'hind me
Bahama taki busting shots with Gulianni bust back
I squeeze rapping niggaz Y'all been acting like it can happen
My Mack 10 make big niggaz' backspin what happened?
Is that so? Tommy Brasco stacked overnight flow my abstract flow for cash flow
Turned cocaine to crack and turned crack to blow now how the fuck that go?
I'm gonna fuck that ho, the white ho and the black ho
Lay on your back ho, they made the track slow so I could rap slow Tommy mack hos
Yo, yo, my gun is like my girl cuz I don't wanna let my GAT go
I sold crack fast now I sell crack slow
In the back on the low, if you ain't got no dough
Come to the back door, I'll give you a full pack at four
Rock rap shows, LB on the map when I blow
R&B rap takes it in the ass-crack slow
At my last show I snatched gold
Black Jesus, its a black Christmas now picture black snow
Hey yo we calculate the sands of time in slo-mo
Manipulating every moment through space
Metabolize the seeds of wealth and let the dough flow
Commiting the acts of violence and hate crimes against the po-po
Double barrelled hand-held bazooka for sargent shipbays
If you want to start frying like E-Robo
Blaze that bush whether your mary jane is def or even if it's so-so
Teasing bitches with ice cubes on their nipple, keep them playing with their yo-yo
Athletic pussy like Lisa Leslie and Rebecca Lobo
Rock the show from uptown, downtown to Tribeca, Soho
Most of these rappers are R&B singers like K.C. and Jo-Jo
Better off harmonizing with Taj, Leigh Leigh and Coco
Thesbian thugs, niggaz is all mouth like the Rolling Stones logo
Bianca Jagger, free jacker, jacking me off in a go-go
Stuffed down their throats spitting completely bobo
Keeping it groovy without the synthetic fucking mojo
Got the spot kicking like a donkey locked up inside a dojo
Smacked Ralph Lauren, got Tommy Hilfiger picking cotton and rocking Polo
Is that so?
Niggaz straight lifted,
Bring the bisket, bring the bitches, bring their motherfucking statistics
Bring their death certificates,
Um don't forget the four blocks, peace to Fort Knox where the four stops
Find your body at your girls weight walking
Create comment when I start to spit
Y'all niggaz spit conformant, conformant
Study every religion there is rythym for kids
Deadly as venom as this him or his friends of his
I'm like a guinnea pig with a skinny snitch hear me big
Like a penny-rich, hear me bitch, ready to let you see me spit
Here he is, is he really sick or is he really picked
To see the vic or is he really dead for what he did
Let the machette riffs spaghetti drip ready, get set, ready go
Ready to rock with steady flow to let you know we ready to go
Is he heavy? Is he petty? I was hungry shorty very yo, for heavy dough
I need some heavy dro, Megalon in your stereo
Ready to shoot the heady yo
Yo!
Lyrics with def rap this side of a letter bomb, yo Megalon
Pass that Megatron, guys on a hunt like a Predacon Smoking cedarwood trees from Lebanon
Facist sprites just on MTV terrorist threats looped on a MPC
Travel at a hundred eighty-six thousand kilobytes per second, downloaded on the MP3
1995 Long Island high-styled in the MPB
Monsta Island escaped from MCC
By any means, many fiends his team to toast teens
Toast the scenes for the hos to scream mostly seen
Bruvee avoided get at me Veluciani 'hind me
Bahama taki busting shots with Gulianni bust back
I squeeze rapping niggaz Y'all been acting like it can happen
My Mack 10 make big niggaz' backspin what happened?
Is that so? Tommy Brasco stacked overnight flow my abstract flow for cash flow
Turned cocaine to crack and turned crack to blow now how the fuck that go?
I'm gonna fuck that ho, the white ho and the black ho
Lay on your back ho, they made the track slow so I could rap slow Tommy mack hos
Yo, yo, my gun is like my girl cuz I don't wanna let my GAT go
I sold crack fast now I sell crack slow
In the back on the low, if you ain't got no dough
Come to the back door, I'll give you a full pack at four
Rock rap shows, LB on the map when I blow
R&B rap takes it in the ass-crack slow
At my last show I snatched gold
Black Jesus, its a black Christmas now picture black snow
Hey yo we calculate the sands of time in slo-mo
Manipulating every moment through space
Metabolize the seeds of wealth and let the dough flow
Commiting the acts of violence and hate crimes against the po-po
Double barrelled hand-held bazooka for sargent shipbays
If you want to start frying like E-Robo
Blaze that bush whether your mary jane is def or even if it's so-so
Teasing bitches with ice cubes on their nipple, keep them playing with their yo-yo
Athletic pussy like Lisa Leslie and Rebecca Lobo
Rock the show from uptown, downtown to Tribeca, Soho
Most of these rappers are R&B singers like K.C. and Jo-Jo
Better off harmonizing with Taj, Leigh Leigh and Coco
Thesbian thugs, niggaz is all mouth like the Rolling Stones logo
Bianca Jagger, free jacker, jacking me off in a go-go
Stuffed down their throats spitting completely bobo
Keeping it groovy without the synthetic fucking mojo
Got the spot kicking like a donkey locked up inside a dojo
Smacked Ralph Lauren, got Tommy Hilfiger picking cotton and rocking Polo
Is that so?
Niggaz straight lifted,
Bring the bisket, bring the bitches, bring their motherfucking statistics
Bring their death certificates,
Um don't forget the four blocks, peace to Fort Knox where the four stops
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