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Posse Cut feat. Charles Schwab & Jamii Bass
Cynic The Apache：
Fresh grapes gettin jammed beneath my cold feet
Angelina Jolie wanna handle my cannoli
And my family always told me get it in with a famous broad
Stay with your squad and don't even think of hatin on mine
Savin my time for sprayin these rhymes with the eloquence
Of pelicans diving for a fresh catch
Make an okeydoke nod his head until his neck snap
My best tracks comin from the lockbox, you not hot
I make em stop drop n roll, I'm not opposed to knockin foes down like dominoes
Stop your flow it's trash for amateurs
I'm a connasseur, sippin liquor til I vomit on your floor
Bringin large force to the session, abort with the weapons
I mean it was cool when it was torture with Method
So what happened?
Guess they forgot where it came from
It's all about bass son, not spittin that great funk
So let me be the one who really writes the message
They admire autotune instead of dudes in cypher sessions
That's the type of lesson to take the monkey off my fuckin back
I'm shaking up the game like a rumble pack
Pussy
Charles Schwab:
Bougie bitch threw me designer condoms, Prada on my third leg
High fashion smashin, never felt this classy in action
She even kept her pinky up when she started duck sickin
She loved my song, we played it loud and thats before we bumped *Buhkaccckkk*
Gotta love it
Love bragging about the music my crew's making with no budget
Just some bogies and some dutches
and some 40s and my musket
My pen explodes loads of gold fool
This my career weapon, yeah my Pro Tool
I'm old school, satisfied by hard bars
Not this new fuckshit where you stutter about your hot cars
Mama bred a rap star, climbed out the womb holdin a mic
Cyphers in the nursery thru the thick of the night
I'm never gettin it right, a hard headed muthafucka
Never went to high school, I went to school high
Cool guy
Homies with the thugs, just in case a smart guy tried to exude his confidence, I had some homies that would bug
*I dont why i cant remember this line man, FUCKKK!*
I slam poetry and smack poets, at an open mic
Then choke a dyke with my fuckin bare dick
Then do tricks up in the uterus, I aint new to this
Been doing magic for a decade, watch me prove it, BITCH!
When you were playing Mortal Kombat about to finish him
I was watching girls look for their panties after finishing
Run game, scrimmaging
All along the east coast,
Parlay in boston, that where i got my first deep throat
Homegirls ask me, why you rap so nasty??
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
You gave me the material, to you, I owe this grammy
Peace to my lady friends, peace to my lovers
If it wasnt for the hot sex, i'd still be undiscovered
Jamii Bass:
Yeah they say the mission is impossible
Murder Tom Cruise just to show you folks what I could do
Came from out of the hospital from bein the sickest
I use my tongue to make her come, time to show her what my cockatoo
Talkin bout hip-hop, the only bitch I love
She so corrupted tho, she'll cut your throat
Pussy good but fuck it though
Never lose the feeling even when I'm on a buncha coke
Life's a bitch she's such a joke, but give me head and suck it slow
Always feelin comfortable, even I'm awkward
That's why I fly with Faux Pas, you see me in the cockpit
Til I'm in a coffin, love actin retarded
Ain't bout the money, but I could say I'm happy you bought it
Classic! Comin from the team that knows the rules
Drastic, Jamii be the one to blow the fuse
See I'm 27, still feelin like 19 doe
They say I bring the wave remind you of El Niño
Rapswell:
Yo I sip the lager then I hit the bottle over heads of men
That try to spit bravado, talkin shit at my recital
Yo I'm gettin homicidal over drum tracks
Verbal gun claps is what happens, around rappers I run laps
I'm an original son, you can't copy cat
The animated style Hayao Miyazaki raps
Howl's Moving Castle, run up on you wearin hockey masks
The Bash Bros, we smash yo, it ain't no stoppin that
Ta ra ra boom dee yay
And all you sleepy muhfuckas are soon to pay
Cuz even if you don't see me, know that I'm still a threat
Out of sight, yet I be killin it with my silhouette
Willin to be tyou're a punk kid
Now I woke ya little silly ass up son, who'd a thunk it?
Brought the funk talkin mad jive
But at the end of the day, just be glad that you're alive
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me CYNIC ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me SCHWAB ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me JAMII ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format?
Explore rap and tell me SWELL ain't all that
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