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von Bionic Jive

Yeah
What, what, what

Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brother′s tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways
Got a baby in every part of the city 'cause I′m street made
Did you really want to clash with me?
I'ma paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree

Did you really believe these abilities couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin′ on some of that shit
That be killing off the ozone, mention my clique
Now she don′t want to put her clothes on

You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the payback
'Cause the S.W. never play that
I eliminate them ′til the moon fade black


Never sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max to the minimal

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Terminal condition when the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up
Giving ′em a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination in 3D images
Split a wig when a fool trip

Never mind what you're sipping on
What you trippin′ on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your timezone?


Monologue get mind blown
Keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy made for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game
Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
What, what, what, what, what, come on

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Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry

Was it the night we dragged your homie through the nightclub
Made him fold up when he locked up
Droppin′ heat seekers to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up (spoke up)

All adversaries look away when the A to the K-O-M-A-C-K (CK)
Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner catch a ricochet

Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back
Like a knock-kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the telepathy proceed to achieve
Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it ′til my lungs cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city streets
And continue rippin′ heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased

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Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
Damn if I ain′t superb with it
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Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
′Damn if I ain't superb with it
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