theman080
08-07-07, 02:23 PM
1st Verse - 080
2nd - Bosstradamus
3rd- 080
Check the national impresario, I'm already known
Ya small time so I slaughter you, they'll martyr you tho//
I'm a marksman marvel who moves wit marvelous modes//
Marauder, my code of honor, is bombin army's of hoes
With a flawless armament tearin garments to get off in they throat//
The sergeant of tossin targets who were caught with the chrome//
Into compartments with carpets that are all on the bones//
For concealment from that sqeal shyt as I toss em & go
I'm charming wit flow, change the subject to the future and now//
The uzi's are out, so the future is manuevering pounds
The present for you is the endin, ya soon to be down
rappers are in danger when they step in the zone/
im blessin the chrome, like jesus.. i rest in the throne/
my presence alone, will slice you from ya neck to ya dome/
so i stay rippin tracks, what u expect me to do/
nowadays these rappers stink worse than pepe le pew/
nah i aint a punchline rapper, im just messin wit you/
but how u gona get love when u dont get respect from ya crew/
Xplicit, my style is wicked/
but dont hate on me homie, im just sayin what nostradamus predicted/
so you cant hate all you want, nobody heard of you/
this is my last bar, cuz my mans theman O 8 zero already murdred you/
Coffins & dirt, roll in ya grave, cartwheel first
Bury you alive, dig you up, and put my arson to work
I figure you suck, malignant figment whose been sniffin up dust
I'll vaccum ya brain, shatter your frame, sinister stuff
Beginners are fukked, aint all fair when I clap back
Sermons are legit, paulbearer to whack raps
You mirror my act black, beware of the axe slash
Got insurances ya 'duckin' me, preparin wit Afflack
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2nd - Bosstradamus
3rd- 080
Check the national impresario, I'm already known
Ya small time so I slaughter you, they'll martyr you tho//
I'm a marksman marvel who moves wit marvelous modes//
Marauder, my code of honor, is bombin army's of hoes
With a flawless armament tearin garments to get off in they throat//
The sergeant of tossin targets who were caught with the chrome//
Into compartments with carpets that are all on the bones//
For concealment from that sqeal shyt as I toss em & go
I'm charming wit flow, change the subject to the future and now//
The uzi's are out, so the future is manuevering pounds
The present for you is the endin, ya soon to be down
rappers are in danger when they step in the zone/
im blessin the chrome, like jesus.. i rest in the throne/
my presence alone, will slice you from ya neck to ya dome/
so i stay rippin tracks, what u expect me to do/
nowadays these rappers stink worse than pepe le pew/
nah i aint a punchline rapper, im just messin wit you/
but how u gona get love when u dont get respect from ya crew/
Xplicit, my style is wicked/
but dont hate on me homie, im just sayin what nostradamus predicted/
so you cant hate all you want, nobody heard of you/
this is my last bar, cuz my mans theman O 8 zero already murdred you/
Coffins & dirt, roll in ya grave, cartwheel first
Bury you alive, dig you up, and put my arson to work
I figure you suck, malignant figment whose been sniffin up dust
I'll vaccum ya brain, shatter your frame, sinister stuff
Beginners are fukked, aint all fair when I clap back
Sermons are legit, paulbearer to whack raps
You mirror my act black, beware of the axe slash
Got insurances ya 'duckin' me, preparin wit Afflack
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