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| Lyrics Submitted by: Benji Skidmarks |
| Through bein humbles |
| True Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT ya know? |
| Been in this rap game for like the past |
| four bullets now, y'know? |
| Doin bids, yea yea |
| I done peeped alotta cats come through |
| Courageous cats, stray cats, haha |
| Top cats with top hats, ya know what I'm sayin? |
| But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics |
| Rhymes, line for line, numero uno |
| Who the best? I don't know |
| Check it |
| Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm |
| I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned |
| I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong |
| And prove all them doubters wrong |
| Killin em Softly with this song, addin on |
| Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons |
| On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched |
| on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship |
| Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him |
| and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em |
| Send him to his final restin |
| Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson |
| Torture (3X) |
| Mother fuckin torture, y'all niggaz know |
| That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me |
| Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? |
| Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed |
| Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the Season |
| For ducks and my pen's bleedin |
| Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin |
| Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin |
| Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be |
| That the kid with the knot knees |
| Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track |
| I got a Love bug like Starsky, blow back |
| Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin |
| when you start me, John Jay |
| Pullin your card, mayday mayday |
| Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday |
| Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked |
| I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred |
| In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic |
| Instinct, I'm sure to make it |
| While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light |
| Say what you like, just spell my name right |
| No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish |
| cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth |
| Torture (3X) |
| Mother fuckin torture, y'all niggaz know |
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