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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Moka Only
    I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete abnormality
    Fatality maker, don't you sleep
    Why? It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right
    So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right
    The top tight, my mics made of alabaster
    Castin' shadows the size of Mount Shasta beadore I smash ya
    I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that
    You wanna die? Well you can be accommodated
    To be honest, you soft like hummus
    To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust
    I'll ?? ?? that ass with no exception
    Been ill since my conception, I come for the collection
    Same ol' cask respectin' bitch I can't front yo
    Bizzy D went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough
    I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done
    I like necks, I think I'm bout to sevre one
    Prevail
    I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in
    There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin
    See if I don't re-animate the meat grinders grain
    In the 8 wing where grey veins protrude from my grey rings
    My collection of strange things include:
    A barreling delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude
    Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm
    Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division
    See I'm not stuck in a strucked out function
    I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumpin'
    Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of a vetran
    Keep a bag of Buc Fifties in my cabinet of medicine
    Mad Child
    Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened
    Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion
    Acid falshbacks get hacked up into fractions
    Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action
    An unafferctionate date, I'm section eight
    Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay
    Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about?
    Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt, til I'm out
    In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain
    The same yeild, but the field's littered with corpses
    Death is my departure, til then I'm explosive
    An overdose of death, spare me no thrill
    I'm rare, bare me no ill will, I'm there
    The last man standing, never call a truce
    Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse
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