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Slipped Into A Coma
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K-Rino
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Hahahaha, ay, this the last song on my album (Ay, it's killa man) Haha, y'all know what's up, this that S.P.C. time (Yeah) But we gon' do it a little different this year I got Street Military in the house (Nobody in the world can punk us) My boy [?], BKO, Bizarre, ay Ay, yo', man, I'm just gon' throw the mic up (The unstoppable, the unstoppable) But whoever get it, uh, just handle y'all business Aw, sh*t Point Blank threw the mic up, somehow, it landed in my fist 6-1-2-20, b*t*h, I'm the handed, plus I'm p*ssed Ain't nothin' change but the clips And some old chumps just got bumped off Gave that axe some rest, just sawed the barrel of my pump off Time to flex again, it's gettin' close to the end Damn, I'm vexed again More ignorant than a Mexican Hold up a second, I got my second win Slappin' that university, 1-3 done got his diploma 4 years of hard knocks, walkin' blocks, leavin' n***as in comas Jack the n***a for some cheese Then took the money from out behind Straight soakin' weed, plus dead bodies uppin' from aldehyde So I'm Mr. Sandman, please bring me a coffin Better yet, bring 2 or 3, 'cause I be bumpin' n***as off often Then you'll ask yourself why PSK-13 ain't never seen Got away clean from the murder scene, just me and my Glock-17 I travel solo, me and my Timberlands with the steel toe I swing that axe, then flow, ho's trippin' off these no doughs B*t*h, I'mma murderer, ho, so run for your life Hide your f**kin' wife from the twelve blade butcher knife Sniper, death occurs in a blur From the cyanide suicide battle cat lyrical purr They comin' in thousands, and Kat, he thinks no pity Electrified, blowin' up street towns and cities Evacuate, no haste to race for the gates of Hell Ten n***as fail, as I exhale The lyrical rhymes got yo' a** in a vice, now there's knives Ten thousands bombs implanted in a homing device Slice twelve mice with a sharp grain of rice Wanted in Hell for the murder of the anti-christ Klondike Kat, destroying all opponents, and it Blew up thirty galaxies, then rebuild in one minute One rip from my claw grips new meat to gnaw Disintegratin' a world with a corpse and a chainsaw It's the master and activist, I flow styles accurate The sh*t I attack you with's so hard, it have to hit 'Cause I come aggin' sh*t, I can talk the talk, and back the sh*t Compet**ion rappin' done faced me, slashed they wrists DBX can tap sh*t, rip and repatch it From one sound of the snap kick gets me so high I'm mad sick So fly like an eagle But I never could sing and sh*t, I jet, block, swing and hit You slip into a coma whenever I connect mine Keep from the TEC-9, I'll make you respect mine Put the pistol to ya head, and explode in ya eardrum It's strictly routine, I do that, and make a bear run So here come DBX, come DBX-uh Causin' more destruction than tyrannosaurus rex-uh So now you know, I ain't the n***a to be f**kin' with Unless you got big t**ties and you suckin' d**k N***a, blast your Glock two times if you claimin' that, G And I'll be damned if you don't die b*t*h, if you aimin' at me Break yourself while I take your wealth with this .211 jack, G So act like you knew, it's Bl'izz'ack out them Backstreets Up on parole, b*t*h, and I ain't scared to go back 'Cause that Glock'll fry yo' a**, straight rock-a-bye yo' a** Lay yo' head on my pillow, and watch you wind up a goner 'Cause that silencers real, ho, and I'm gonna put you in a coma Yo', it ain't a common for a n***a like me to store a Bag full of bodies in the back of my '94 Explorer But you can call me the Boogieman cause I be bumpin' off these marks All the way to sugar land, to the Woodlands, back to South Park Pullin' out my Glock, now watch these n***as drop I'm creepin' through yo' cut, and everybody gets - popped Aggravated and frustrated, I know you hoes hate it Extra clips and one in the chamber, b*t*h, you can't fade it I'm from the Park, the mothaf**kin' Hyde Park Caught slippin', get jacked in the heart of the mystic dark 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, I break bricks Slit a n***a d**k if he f**kin' with the clizznick Pistol grippin' and whippin' a n***a in the '94 Ho's better surrender when I'm comin' through the back door Don't ever violate, or step in my corner Take yo' last breath, b*t*h, or slip into a coma Best you don't even test, 'cause I'm feedin' slugs to the test Bullet wounds be bleedin', and leakin', blood through the vest Look at all my missions I make, Crip walk, decisions to take And you know any distance, I'll break Cops tend to get dropped like fly weight Better get some cuffs and shackles 'Cause I'm just too rough to wrestle It'll take about 3 to tackle, it'll take about 4 to gaffle N***a, don't you know, comin' off some must And I just can't be stopped Put part-time cop in a lifetime box, on his night crime watch If he pull me over, and I'm sober, I might let him live If he pull me over, and I'm high, that's gon' get him killed F**kin' with Lil Flea, you will be dead and disposed of Kill him in his sleep up in his bed, 'cause it's no love N***a, don't you know My life is through and then I don't give a f**k 'Bout runnin' up in yo' house and bumpin' you off And leavin' ya stuck He done see my sh*t park, and it's p*ss dark on yo' f**kin' corner Us killers gonna leave you in a f**kin' coma The Killer Klan Organization, Military of the Streets wasn't soft Pharoah's the type [?] to keepin' his mouth closed since elementary Straight bone head up as I walk dawn a hall of strangers Eager to peak over the tallest wall of danger Let me remind ya, they'll find ya, f**k offed in a field, all for real I ain't got time to be playin' right now Son of a b*t*h, I'm down to kill and get away (get away) 'Cause the bearface won't hesitate to come investigate So I best just break, f**k stains Call me the king of thugs, and n***a that love to see ya die A murderous that I heard of, b*t*h, don't let me get hold of that fry 'Cause if I do, I'm out of control, ya see For nothin', that all I be thinkin', it's yo' life you owe me I'm a ignorant son of a b*t*h, I been that way Ever since the day my old lady spit me out her split See, I don't give a damn about droppin' lead and imitate his head 'Cause after that, I bust him again, and make sure the n***a's dead Take a look at this crooked Aw man, you are now bein' introduced to the quickness of a n***a Really, I don't give a f**k, n***a, don't test your skill I'mma eat 'em up, beat 'em up, 'cause he can't keep up Better be no one to get rid of me A power, drill style clickin', it's inside of me Better be no one, finna be no one on this level that I'm on A racin' G, it's a, n***a, K to the I to the D-N-A-double P-E-R How you gon' react I figure that you don't wanna be in the same room as me I'mma clickin' style, changin', rearrangin' Confused in the mind control, a holder of a 9 Comin' at your number one contender Hit him from the back, did it in the way of a master Well even he can't understand how wicked a n***a can get Anyway, come follow me I'm one of the inventors of the next episode, I'mma fascinate Remember the man with the skills, the hand movements 'Cause I'm rulin', enter the ways of a panther Ask a mothaf**ka, man, I'd never- Now I'm back with this mothaf**kin' sh*t This n***a think it's a game, but not test the click With a tat-tat-tat, this sh*t never even stop That's why I'm leaving, yo', I like to bust on a cop Cause them mothaf**kas tryin' to play us like [?] But I was one of them n***as that blast, G With a tat-tat-tat, you will slip into an coma Cause you's a b*t*h, and plus yo' a** is like a goner That's why I click, and I will never stop Until I see the infrared on yo f**kin' head, dreads You bled, it's real, reality, it hurts And you is in a coma, will you reach the dirt? B*t*h! The night is my power, that I must sleep is my weakness Slipped into the coma, out in the streets with no treatments So therapy, hysterics is the reason people stare at me Prepare to be, guaranteed, one of the many scared of me Skulls and crossbones, shouldn't have been frontin' homes Got a path for cappin' domes, snappin' backs and castin' stones Caught in a sleepwalk, y esto si e certo To los que me cruzan, so los que de muertos Murder the ones that cross me, heard of the guns go off, G Best stop us now, what Imma do, but when through 'Cause I'm knowin' it's goin' to cost me Lookin' out for the best of 'em Then I'll have to shadow the next to Grimm I could've meant that, within, there's some things And you're done at the hand of a Mexican Compet**ion gettin' drove with a lyrical blow The Holocauster grab the mic 'Cause I don't wanna hear you no mo' So, you wanna know where my skill's at? All around musician and intelligent lyrics, I'm pro black I'm only [?], playin' terror tracks, makin' ya vomit Those who wanna challenge are the dumbest, becometh Gather around, and feel the whole diameter Cut the circle in half with exact parameters Mathematics allows me to retaliate numerically One by one, they get a gun and still, they flee They realize, no place to hide on the earth So even jumpin' back in momma's womb Changed out, did it, and rebirth Still and yet, I rewind time, 'cause I'm Dope Flip like a reciprocal, 'cause I'm a kaleidoscope Shift my attack in a devious mode Rhymes deeply rooted, not in spirit, but I got ya soul Yo b*t*h sucked my d**k, now, don't you think that's a nice trick Not half as good, lend me yo' ear, and catch this ice pick Alkatrazz is comin', comin' slowly for the night shift F**kin' over cops, and fillin' they a**holes with nightsticks It's kind of cruel, some say that I'm the Devil's tool I'm no ones fool, I feel like bombin' an elementary school I'm having flashbacks of a**crack for punction Walkin' through cla**, 11 years old, grenades in my lunch kit A tasty morsel, who knows what my cost will be I stay the masistic lunatic of black sorcery Ring the alarm and Alkatrazz will inflict harm Won't be disarmed, it seems I posses a devilish charm I seem to hypnotize my foes by the fear within By the time I'm through, they do my biddin' with sinister grins I'm known to laugh, while others struggle, seem to break in panic Alkatrazz is labeled as Satanic (Hell yeah) Yo', my overall meditative hypnosis Is gained through daily carbon monoxide overdoses Each word I write is like a rough caper They put my pencil in jail For tryin' to rape a f**kin' sheet of paper When I chant, the most powerful man can't Withstand the magic of a spiritual transplant Twenty three years, and nothin' could stop me Would've been twenty six But it took mama three years to drop me It's like sex when my thoughts run over Put a rubber on my pencil So it wouldn't nut in my folder Suckas, I beat you down, then execute your wives My book has rhymes from past, present, and future lives Lyrical ma**es smashes and crashes I keep havin' flashes of volcanic ashes I swing and slap, when I knock out a bum Kicked so much a** in July, that August was scared to come B*t*h, I'm called the tragedy, so step yo' ho a** back And beware of this mothaf**kin' fatal head crack B*t*h, you ain't know? I guess I should've told ya That I'm a killer, ho, and I'll run yo' mothaf**kin' a** over But it's too late for that sh*t, it's gettin' serious I'm droppin' body after body, and them laws get curious So I watch my back just incase of an emergency (Yeah) Mothaf**kas out there never heard of me Can I rip this mic in half? I'll slice your throat and laugh I'm hard as a rock, ho, and sharp as mothaf**kin' gla** So, it ain't no stoppin' this mothaf**kin' ma**acre Don't try and outlast her, n***as comin' after ya Hello, it's Dr. Feelgood, but Feelgood, b*t*h, it's worse than that Six shots in yo' back, how you like that, black? Most n***as, they run up, more n***as get gunned up Pumps the fun up, S.P.C. f**ked yo' son up Gettin' yo' staff, that stash is to test the skill This yo' chance to grants, while [?blindfold?] buck that skrill I ain't no dog and if you wanna test, then press yo' luck That bulletproof vest can't protect that chest, sh*t, flex this pump B*t*h, you better take heed, I'm rippin' up domes, so high it stanks I'm smokin' on danks, so roll this thangs, pumped up the MAC's They comin' out smooth, b*t*h, better keep yo' cool Damn well, I'm a fool, comin' out the- If you f**k with me, I'mma put my hands on you Even the ones that down, I'mma act like I don't know you All bullsh*t to the side, kitty games, I don't play And I'm serious what I say, I'll blow your a** away Mothaf**ka, I'mma bear, I roll solo or in packs Born and raised in the ghetto Deep up underneath the cracks So when I say I'm solid, best believe I'm made of steel You can be paralyzed and still get a pack Of sh*t they say you never feel Oh, sh*t, is he real? Yeah, hell yeah, I'm real Clutch me, better yet, touch me And visualize a man that don't say much If shots got to be buck, then they gon' buck 'Cause I don't play much Intimidate suckas with the sound of my vocals But I don't get the props that I deserve, 'cause I'm local Some people think I'm crazy, I ain't crazy, I'm just ignorant All my acts are premeditated, but you don't dig it I stick it up your a**hole far as I can push it The man I'm talkin' about, couldn't be Point Blank Now would it? Hell yeah, it's me, b*t*h You f**ked up when you opened up your ear Now you slipped into a coma, and I wasn't even there But, um, my brother locked down for the moment And Ice Lord just got popped, on the drop But I can't hold it, the situations critical Everybody lookin' pitiful It ain't what you said when you dissed against the principle So for you all you clicks, and you clans, and you crews From the east coast, to the west coast Talkin' 'bout you payin' dues, step into this ma** And you gon' catch a blast F**kin' with this click and we gon' bring it to yo' a**! N***a Rahh Yeah, always say it's bring it to yo' a** N***a, bring it to yo' a**
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