lyrics
I put flows on a banger like clothes on a hanger
just a real live rapper throwing rhymes like linebackers
I am the ringmaster of this extravaganza, louder than a Stratocaster
so grab your cameras to catch the panorama
widescreen, data travels at high speeds as light beams to scramble scanners
hijacker, passengers chugging their Mylantas
from Iran to Sri Lanke then back to Casablanca
the plan to conquer land like Alexander
brute force, what you thought, this ain’t sweet home Alabama
I speak into alabaster and crack the plaster
wail on a brunette, leave ‘em blonde as Daryl Hannah
acrobatic antics, manic depressive sentences
spreading like an epic epidemic embedded within your head
I go from angry to happy, hostile to hospitable
docile to difficult, honorable to despicable
step and get Xed with not a drop of sweat wasted
Concentrated Entertainment’s where we laid this
and I ain’t obligated to say shit but I give it up
MOL, Wize, Om, Crag, Black Silver produc
this is our lifeblood, our personal Fight Club
BLX and the rhymer Tyler Durden here to flex
the next beat threats in this piece, so play peace, or get that ass wrecked.
credits
from
BANKRUPTCY,
released March 16, 2009
produced by Black Silver
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