THE 6TH LETTER - 1992 lyrics

rate me

I take a hit of the weed

And hit a punk to the pentacle,

Way past the physical

Direction, hope stalling,

I make you take down like you're into it

I'm making shit down like the indicals.

Fucking sell a pussy in the equilibrium

And kicking those dope rats all over the tracks

I represent the north side, on the map.

I go home one time, where you at?

Flipping crack off the drafts in the hood.

So I'm preaching that. 24 something

I got's the grams, you got the snaps on the snacks

The flows like Poseidon I go at it like wazzabi

All these niggers rapping, taking a funk,

They looking sloppy. I eat a month, I got the munchies.

Please, let the jew play the cut, hell of comfort.

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Like 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4

The nigger with the zipper from the realistic flow.

Miau, with that shit you'll make the girls fr sure.

No lie, for the hood I'll put the shit, for sure.

To the funkie.

Aye, yo, I talk junk, I spit diamonds.

I make the crew fat, saw me a rapping,

I ain't money, down to be permanent, the flow so making it

I might kidnap your girlfriend and make her wabbling.

Then make a smart dick. Better keep a lie on the Maker

'cause when we damn move you should be following.

You should love me, with the feel to know me

And know I be on the balcon making dough

Kicking it with the hommies and it's like this

Take a few calls and send it right there

Make the moves, make the notion, flowing like they knows you

Couple of pause on that boy Cliff got it open

And books, when you read them, they should never let you sing them

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I just sent a peace out to my niggers on the grounds.

Don't eat shit! Keep the faith and stay patient.

Live from the basement and niggers keep flows on and bassing.

Gold digging hoes, better know you getting naked

From the GOD I be low key

Pollie with my club brothers in the DOT

I flow proper, you see these 8's they be opera

All about that gold hunt proper.

It's dumb slayer, too for funky rhyme slayer

Peep the flavor, they be the type that you savor.

Can't get enough of real fakers.

All my clothes all stink from the death I be coaching.

Baking that cake 'till it's crispy and coke it!