ฟังเพลงBible Pages (feat. Big Kurt, Shizz Vicious, Lateb, Esoteric, Moroney) (Explicit)

Bible Pages(feat. Big Kurt, Shizz Vicious, Lateb, Esoteric, Moroney) (Explicit) - Slaine

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 sh*t 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

F**k 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 sh*t in the floor son

I'm iller than Illa p**sy that feelin withdraw some

Syllabus I just toss them

Into cedric companions you would think I ran out of sh*t to say

But all you can do is pray 'Cause I'm not done

Back and my sh*t is vicious I

Currently like glass of riches

Sick and stickin syringes and hit b**ches

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 b**ches let me shove my rock in their kitchen for crumbs

I get down prescription pill on my tongue sh*t

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

A town warrup on rocks daily

Promoters tryin' to book me I'm like f**k you pay me

They were sleeping till I hooked up with Slaine

F**k 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 b**ch blowin' me and put that sh*t on world star

Drugs sniff her car lick her dirty grind spitter

Lyrical gun slinger I let my buzz zing her

I flex the charges if the got it from Marvin Knicks fans

Grief for the last sh*t you see before that mismatch mismatch

Spitting the ceiling getting a whip lash

Tap with that kick stand more than you can withstand

F**k 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 sh*t 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 f**kin ridin in our store

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

F**k 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 motherf**ker 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

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 sh*t is manic I should spit this sh*t 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 f**k 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