lirik lagu ali milicec and black truth - cypher verses
[ali milicec]
hi
the sternum congests of smoke when i record sh-t , this lord spit , kicks compet-tion into morgues
its the core pick , in which your girl leaves and skeet’s off with the culprits
that leave you feeling morbid & tense in your thumb-tips
the rap game is in a figure 4 leg lock with a few betty-bops bumping’ & making the bedrock
kwad invading the undercl-ss like the boys cracking’ against white crack & home-made mol-sses
i’m apprehending you lack swag slash rap f-gs that hash tag asking you to fall back so i can
rest y’all to caskets as my pack attacks with fist , like malcolm x against a caucasian m-ssa b-tch
i’m n-z- p-ssed , dropping hitler crisp on inferior sh-t with n-gga lisp
ali grips opposition and zips critics til they sit
he rips their lips til they’re cognizant that they got their -sses whipped and clipped by an ankle bit who spits like
6 arabian kids cruising airplanes bumping strange hymns while
husein tap dancing in the bas-m-nt or a dyk- hipster chick
whose furious admitting to a group of christian n-ggas that she is on her period
kwad n-gga
ali milicec
[truuth]
yea..
in the casket is it a psychopathic rap fantastic b-st-rd
-ss-ssin acrobatic -ss in americas -ssets
tell these b-tches i emerged from h-lls grave
i gave them aids and raved the airwaves and i raped the stage
a f-cking eater born wiping these punks holes with ether
always a work of art like my mother was mona lisa
this sit is gastric i’m embarr-ssed that trash rap is more than average
ill smash chanel imans -ss with aluminum bats and
i’m disgusting break a bicuspid when i’m asthma attacking
p-ss me a mack and ask me if michael jackson was black
is it me or is hip hop burned to a fric-ssee?
hilary ain’t got enough jungle fever to visit me
do the arithmetic, these emcees stay in the circle because these rappers is square
equaling ebonics
so carry the one which is me and see that the total is the lyricist
stop f-cking the math up somebody threw a d-ck in this
i planned my journey walking to h-ll with a machine gun
and inherited playing with my b-lls like serene son
in a freestyle i’m bambarderous the prior n-ggas i defeat that lay under the ground is my motivation
i blow shots when i glance at archeologist these young n-ggas can’t touch me its like reverse molestation
im the only soul everyone hates to know but prestigious
f-ck without a p-n-s and lay in the cold anemic
drug paraphernalia when the best of the hospitals can’t heal ya
enthusiastic about some gas that i took from inhalers
they say recover but my relapse never occurred
so i stay smacked and silent like a letter out of a word
but these critics is rising so i’m lifting the violence
dopamine controlling me virginia tech to these hopeless fiends
its crazy thoughts i’m involved in ecstasy pills is revolving
a lot of rhymers try to be the type of exciting rhymer
but while i let loose on these f-cking lyers and try to hide em
i always watch my back for the p-ssy’s whose always trying to find them
i’m cousins with llama dahmer tyler and rihanna
a ignorant bomber with an infection but not in my v-g-n-
rap is easy i just scattered all of this sh-t quick
its not even a alphabet no more its just my hit list
hate in rap feels so good like ike nutting in tina
and leaving wills is common sense like i’m f-cking serene
like i’m racing a f-cking unicorn and jerking with some jerkins
cause this johnson and johnson just keeps me bursting on my curtains
last thing i purchased was a couple grams of c0ke from a person
and detergent that i want to throw on some 40 year old virgins
i’m holding a pistol and some condoms as this gun is throbbing
and my p-n-s is wobbling from this press on nail ebony slobbing
on my 2 bombs and i’m dazed from some ecstasy
i got skeletons next to me drug paraphernalia in my lexus seat
casey anthony state of mind is taking control
i’m making a whole lot of animation and spanking a ho
crystal methamphetamine opening dopamine
ferociously i’m busting nuts on 20 hopeless fiends
take a pull on the blunt than rape a cougar
with french tips and a tube of lube to keep me smoother
me and kwad on a mission to run away from the system
cussing at christens i’m cutting bums with efficiency
millions of b-tches get ran over by kicks and feet
deliberately because i think this pcp is hitting me
i’m a f-cking weirdo i need a guidance counselor
but a ugly -ss one because every time i get all aroused
i’m taking medicine and then i become a bad guy
i just get bored and want to ej-cul-te up in some crack pipes
m pistol low under my stomach like rick rosses is
and im not tossing sh-t unless its behind lauren london cl-t
pardon my french i’m such a odd future fanatic
with all this c0ke in my system i’m just abusing some f-ggots
using some static juicing some b-tches
confusing this rap sh-t shooting up addicts fusing my juice with numerous acids
f-cking emcees catching a whipping
animalistic cannibalistic standing ballistic
musician p-ssing on b-tches like r kelly if he was a dog
difference is its a paralipses
and any b-tch say something sl!ck out their pair of lips ill bust so much they’ll get a pair of lisp
sh-t playing tricks on my mind
now i’m watching disturbing camera fl!cks glaring at 2 n-ggas sharing a b-tch
tearing t-ts let me stop before i go worse than relationship of carey and nick
carry and kick your marriage is sh-t
your disappointing like ewing layup p-ssy -ss couldn’t carry the knicks
so you’ll never be sh-t if you put the letters on it
colder than earl without the sweater on him
bolder than sharpie on the lips of a spanish transvest-te preparing for d-ck
tough enough to stab you with a feather and sh-t
your normal to me like a ho without edited pics
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