Bible Pages Testo
Testo Bible Pages
Featuring Big Kurt , Shizz Vicious, Lateb , Escteric ,Moroney
(Verse 1)
I'm wordtastic , curb ratchet you herbs wack
I speak crack, leave you pot filter smelling like burnt plastic
I'm just flipping words my shit is verbal gymnastics
Now please chill and observe, practice
I literally consider myself a literary master
Smoking cannabis with me before a show could be a disaster
I'm obscene as every hood movie black pastor Fuck blastin', when I see you I'ma smack past ya
This is track nr.3 with the lakin from Boston
Wow I'm wicked awesome
I'm the type to skip and enforce them in Boston
The drippin tauntin need to get floored in the liquor
Put that shit in the floor son
I'm iller than Illa pussy that feelin withdraw some
Syllabus , I just toss them
Into cedric companions you would think I ran out of shit to say
But all you can do is pray, 'Cause I'm not done
(Verse 2)
Back and my shit is vicious I
Currently like glass of riches
Sick and stickin syringes and hit bitches
I'm twistery mask up
And we go hard no winter hard and gorillas fall
And they children that clatter at the pharmacies
Stick as a robbery it's like the lottery
To us poverty struck us and mold us It's just like poverty dissing young
And hunting for victims pop 'em
For doctors to fix 'em , shelter them junks
Watching bitches let me shove my rock in their kitchen for crumbs
I get down prescription pill on my tongue shit
I used to be young now I'm as sick as they come
It's vicious malicious and I'm the terror that ripped through these slumbs
Blinded from risk, I confront every day gripping my gun living like scum
I'm a monster from the heart of the heartless
A product of a circle of sinners that's living regardless
Hostage to this nonsense bare arms I'm tolores
Napalm , apocalyse on wax I demolish it
It's vicious
(Verse 3)
A town warrup on rocks daily
Promoters tryin' to book me, I'm like fuck you! pay me
They were sleeping till I hooked up with Slaine
Fuck the law I'ma go hard till they can rain me
Battle raps slam mat had 'em with a battle axe
Wing 'em where your hat is at
Smash 'em in the tat
I'm talking burn 'em,
Taking albums in numbers corners
I find a bum in the street and smack his couple quarters
Take it to molly, where is the molly getting a ferrari
On his safari , you and Donny ye you plow like the harmonica
You couldn't see me with binoculars
You are below me, that means I am on top of you
I turn your chick into a porn star
Feel that bitch blowin' me and put that shit on world star
Drugs sniff her car lick her dirty grind spitter
Lyrical gun slinger, I let my buzz zing her
(Verse 4)
I flex the charges if the got it from Marvin Knicks fans
Grief for the last shit you see, before that mismatch mismatch
Spitting the ceiling getting a whip lash
Tap with that kick stand more than you can withstand
Fuck it if they poetry's deep they always fail
It's all tall tails like coach others in hell
I own my own holding it's not what over your head
Before you know it's all in your head it's over your legs for me
The feel from the head it's what they hope instead
Give me a moment to blast for a toast of the flesh
And man that's all in the start but little in their little bars
Quit spitting that's just too much talking too little heart
It better have the iron cheecks stepping on my dogs
'Cause if I apply the iron shit you sleeping on the floor
In spite of what you saw it's nothing violent as the dog
Got you hard and now like you fuckin ridin in our store
(Verse 5)
A mil 'cause I slaughter your crew
Guilty about it and you
Ye I know you in the building I heard the audience boo
Emerge with deep words be herbs those street curbs
You sound a gun for a second now my speed in reverb
I get money in traffic and I ain't talking zenga bridge
I'm breaking ribs I'm hating kids
From Compton burb to Cambridge
Hating on Slaine it got a table down on strange forest
Place bigger than the one fifth of a stegosaurus
Every time I rhyme get one of the later chorus
Walk through the beam with that green like a major taurus
Fuck what's necessary you better arrange a florist
'Cause I'm flying I'm deadly they got to spray the forest
I'm the nicest motherfucker round when I'm writing
But I'm buying just a little ask Sonny Hayes
You delicate rappers have deemed irrelevant
How you wore yourself down, but still you ain't sell a bit
(Verse 6)
I'm the king exactly everything you fear I will be
Seen the devil man and put the holy spirit in me
People looking at me like nobody weirder than me
Couldn't hear me though unless they have their ear of the street
But, my style's unchanged, still known by one name
To all the unsane, throwin tic to any dumb dame
My shit is manic I should spit this shit in gun range
Fallen angels sluts addicted to my cum stains
Smart people say it's dangerous to hang with me
But my people just scared of this angry
You starring at the enemy my face is trouble
The public grounds on me like I'm an interracial couple
I'm a sick fuck renegade in front of you
You make me laugh I never been afraid of one of you
Your eyes are crossed you ain't a boss you're just full of henny
Try and stop me you would have to put a bullet in me
(Verse 1)
I'm wordtastic , curb ratchet you herbs wack
I speak crack, leave you pot filter smelling like burnt plastic
I'm just flipping words my shit is verbal gymnastics
Now please chill and observe, practice
I literally consider myself a literary master
Smoking cannabis with me before a show could be a disaster
I'm obscene as every hood movie black pastor Fuck blastin', when I see you I'ma smack past ya
This is track nr.3 with the lakin from Boston
Wow I'm wicked awesome
I'm the type to skip and enforce them in Boston
The drippin tauntin need to get floored in the liquor
Put that shit in the floor son
I'm iller than Illa pussy that feelin withdraw some
Syllabus , I just toss them
Into cedric companions you would think I ran out of shit to say
But all you can do is pray, 'Cause I'm not done
(Verse 2)
Back and my shit is vicious I
Currently like glass of riches
Sick and stickin syringes and hit bitches
I'm twistery mask up
And we go hard no winter hard and gorillas fall
And they children that clatter at the pharmacies
Stick as a robbery it's like the lottery
To us poverty struck us and mold us It's just like poverty dissing young
And hunting for victims pop 'em
For doctors to fix 'em , shelter them junks
Watching bitches let me shove my rock in their kitchen for crumbs
I get down prescription pill on my tongue shit
I used to be young now I'm as sick as they come
It's vicious malicious and I'm the terror that ripped through these slumbs
Blinded from risk, I confront every day gripping my gun living like scum
I'm a monster from the heart of the heartless
A product of a circle of sinners that's living regardless
Hostage to this nonsense bare arms I'm tolores
Napalm , apocalyse on wax I demolish it
It's vicious
(Verse 3)
A town warrup on rocks daily
Promoters tryin' to book me, I'm like fuck you! pay me
They were sleeping till I hooked up with Slaine
Fuck the law I'ma go hard till they can rain me
Battle raps slam mat had 'em with a battle axe
Wing 'em where your hat is at
Smash 'em in the tat
I'm talking burn 'em,
Taking albums in numbers corners
I find a bum in the street and smack his couple quarters
Take it to molly, where is the molly getting a ferrari
On his safari , you and Donny ye you plow like the harmonica
You couldn't see me with binoculars
You are below me, that means I am on top of you
I turn your chick into a porn star
Feel that bitch blowin' me and put that shit on world star
Drugs sniff her car lick her dirty grind spitter
Lyrical gun slinger, I let my buzz zing her
(Verse 4)
I flex the charges if the got it from Marvin Knicks fans
Grief for the last shit you see, before that mismatch mismatch
Spitting the ceiling getting a whip lash
Tap with that kick stand more than you can withstand
Fuck it if they poetry's deep they always fail
It's all tall tails like coach others in hell
I own my own holding it's not what over your head
Before you know it's all in your head it's over your legs for me
The feel from the head it's what they hope instead
Give me a moment to blast for a toast of the flesh
And man that's all in the start but little in their little bars
Quit spitting that's just too much talking too little heart
It better have the iron cheecks stepping on my dogs
'Cause if I apply the iron shit you sleeping on the floor
In spite of what you saw it's nothing violent as the dog
Got you hard and now like you fuckin ridin in our store
(Verse 5)
A mil 'cause I slaughter your crew
Guilty about it and you
Ye I know you in the building I heard the audience boo
Emerge with deep words be herbs those street curbs
You sound a gun for a second now my speed in reverb
I get money in traffic and I ain't talking zenga bridge
I'm breaking ribs I'm hating kids
From Compton burb to Cambridge
Hating on Slaine it got a table down on strange forest
Place bigger than the one fifth of a stegosaurus
Every time I rhyme get one of the later chorus
Walk through the beam with that green like a major taurus
Fuck what's necessary you better arrange a florist
'Cause I'm flying I'm deadly they got to spray the forest
I'm the nicest motherfucker round when I'm writing
But I'm buying just a little ask Sonny Hayes
You delicate rappers have deemed irrelevant
How you wore yourself down, but still you ain't sell a bit
(Verse 6)
I'm the king exactly everything you fear I will be
Seen the devil man and put the holy spirit in me
People looking at me like nobody weirder than me
Couldn't hear me though unless they have their ear of the street
But, my style's unchanged, still known by one name
To all the unsane, throwin tic to any dumb dame
My shit is manic I should spit this shit in gun range
Fallen angels sluts addicted to my cum stains
Smart people say it's dangerous to hang with me
But my people just scared of this angry
You starring at the enemy my face is trouble
The public grounds on me like I'm an interracial couple
I'm a sick fuck renegade in front of you
You make me laugh I never been afraid of one of you
Your eyes are crossed you ain't a boss you're just full of henny
Try and stop me you would have to put a bullet in me
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