DOM PACHINO

DOM PACHINO - Cripple U

rate me

You faked being handicapped to win?

Yeah, niggas stay ice grilling me, acting like they ain't feeling me

I make 'em disable, collecting social security

I dare for one sec, they try and check my credibility

My resume flawless, my mic's are cordless

Plus I, got with pharaohs, upon request, man

I represent the borough that starts with S

And you ain't got to like and respect it, ain't gotta love it, but check it

This real shit that I spit on the record

That bullshit, that you spit on the record, real hard, man

You sound like a dick on the record

I feel bad, I'm a send you a bitch in a second

While I hold it down, O.G. style, golden crown

S.I.N.Y. bound, man know the town

Bang that Napalm shit, til they know the sound

Got a new generation I'm about to expose

Man, a new breed of killas, new stable of hoes

Just graduated, from the Napalm Academy

They hate me now? Man, they bout to be more mad at me

Like a new world tragedy, we rushing in

Like there's no such thing as gradually, we touching men

Like Denzel in 'Fallen' been a long time coming

But I hear 'em calling, can't be peace and without war

Niggas stop the balling

I'm getting kind of sick you, wanna show you what clips'll do

Nothing ain't funny, these slugs ain't here to tickle you

Splash, you see the flash, but the D's ain't taking flicks at you

It's Terrorist shit, nigga, here to cripple you

The slugs ain't here to tickle you, they only here to rip a few

Bones right out the cartilage, show you just what the fifth'll do

Cock it, lock it, then pop it, ya'll faggots need to stop it

Talking this and that, in they raps, but where's logic

You lacking the proof, only a killa in the booth

Stories you telling, lie after lies, so where's ya truth

You ain't no three time felon, big time drug dealer

Pimping these hoes, or popping bottles at your shoes

Only crack and 40's on the corners, far as your story goes

Lying ass nigga, I see you whining ass nigga

Try and play tough, I leave you dying fast, nigga

Hear of a lion, Brim love, all I see is hats

I rep the Stat, 700 block is where I'm always at

Grab the strap, see if you build for this, the blueprint you rap

You ain't official, Lex Luger the track and leave the shit crippled

Rap is back, Lex Luger the track and leave the shit crippled

Yo, verbally I'm a killa

Off the charts like Michael Jackson in Thriller

Loaded guns, banana clips, cause I'm a gorilla

Hold it down, blue steel on the battle field, it's either kill or be killed

So grab ya blue steel for real, slice ya face like Seal

Let the truth reveal, yo, yo

I'm sick of ya'll, weak individuals

Coming in my cipher, with that weak subliminal

My body's free, but I'm still a criminal

So don't double cross me, I'm from the school of gladiators

Heat up shit like a radiator

Verbal Terminator, put holes in ya face like craters

Move static major, I'm all about Cash Money

Like Lil' Wayne, blood in my eye

Blood stain my Gucci frames, bulletproof Mazaratti

She's a hottie, I'm being followed, by Megan Fox in a Ferrarri

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