Lyrical madmen, words punching with fury
Fuck a snowstorm, we make your mind blurry
Hurry when you hear us comin, cause we runnin
We don’t stop; we shawn kemp, we stay sonnin
Effortless wordplay, we do it without pay
Constantly smoking like after a good lay
Double entendres worthy of high praise
Make this rap malaise go poof like a cloud of some good haze
We carry a purpose, your game cant usurp this
You all out of time, caught up in a web like chris
Travel to my mind, there will neva be another like me
Leave you in an alley, then oop with the wifey
We stern with the words, you foul like birds
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