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von Taje

In a lab with a pen and a pad
An ounce and a fifth and a nasty flip
So I can spit and gamble these raps like Vegas chips
To assemble a rhyme weapon
That′ll drop eight MCs in four seconds or less
Yes the flow fresh and dangerous like unprotected sex

To rise up like a short skirt
Cause I'm guaranteed to sell like pussy under a short skirt
Knowing this hard work′ll keep me out of the dirt
On the track to tell you how pops got moms in the back of a 'Lac
Created a mack that was born a gremlin with a feather in his hat


To bring you all my philosophy
The study of my spit, my life and the crew around me
So follow me and you can bear witness to a legacy
To double up my big faces
On a track running fast to win like horse races
Moving to sold out arenas from doing showcases
To show you the movement
Cause I'm taking your spot if you ain′t making no movement
I′m real with this mic and it's nothing for me to prove it

And I′ll conquer part of the game
Nonce Spitts Spittsology the campaign
Illustrating my pain for the world
I ain't dying in vain, no

To gather my thoughts, choose my weapons
Prepare for how deep shit getting

Suit up for combat
Black gloves and skull cap
To save my momma pain, get up out this life
Live right, that′s what I pray for at night
But niggas on this side don't wanna let me live my life
To find where your bitch be at
Or plot to juke your moms at the laundromat

Mane them ones came crashing in, you shouldn′t have told them that
To show my daddy how it's done
So my kids can know the feelings of a bastard son
Enjoy the palm trees and sun
No streets, no guns


To load my clips one by one
Map my movements and move quick
Target aim, let the tool spit
Please all that running is useless

To realize the pipe dream, start stacking something
Without dollars and plenty, belief in war mean nothing
Damn ain't that something
To roll that blunt, take it to the neck
Get my mind right as I practice your death
Witness the professional in his darkest and best

To consider your life, consider the karma
Consider bringing myself more drama
With bullets that′ll pierce through armor
Fuck it, take that partner

To end a snitch life