• 2014.11.26
  • 3:36


My servants began to forge what was to become The most dreaded costume on the face of the earth The last thing to fit was the mask When it conformed to my twisted features in comfort He cleans his metal mask with gasoline Then after I'm last seen, pulling a chick like a fiend Pull a fast one, can't put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a chain gang Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew That's no mystery that Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew Sorta with her drawers down quarter The extorter bring slaughter like, well, I oughta I suggest you hand over the formula dulia? A villain in your land in his land a ruler Hard hitting like puffin, a woola with Lieutenant Uhura Everyday feel like it's an off day with Ferris Bueller Brother pull heat to prove they're not sweet No matter how you spell it, we still got beats We question how we live, question, what we give Take it to the next, leave 'em where they can't see me Still they judge but they be butt ass Switch that wig like a muppet, keep it simple, can't truss it Light's the fuel, mic is the tool Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel Finish what I start, mastered the art Living hell can't explain the inhale confuse it more Cop the .44, contemplate meditate Dictate, I direct my direct fate Coming of late, Kurious, can I say shit? K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C, only we save we By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about Topics and views, generally concerned about With different ways to coincide earned clout I take a look at my life, I taste the trails From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face scales You out your frame for still bagging 'em too, you know I know These hoes be asking me if I'm you Like my twin brother we did everything together From under [unverified] to copping butter leathers Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys I had all the different color Cazale Cazales But SubRoc, you shoulda went with the Ruby and the old Ock Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand Everything is going according to plan man


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