Stick Em - Clear Soul Forces

What up what up yo check

Verbal genocide demonstrato

Killa Dilla straight and we come from a illa nature

Illustrator be a painter, basket

Bagging groceries nothing on top of the bread and the basket, the money

Literary metaphor military

Not a team colder or frozer nigga this Ben & Jerrys

The world is mine, excuse my inner geologist

The novelist, jotting shit as hot as a fallen comet is

Ironic how it’s crunch time you Nestle, get ate up

The reason your trunk got epilepsy nigga shake up

And wake up bake up cake up we on your tail nigga

Clocking overtime hold back off my genitalia

Look I’m tailing ya, the way we move

With precision is a too, too, too cool for school

Still got mad A’s, so stuck in my ways

Verbs?

word play arts war stay sharp

Just to back you niggas off, paper growing like moss

Picture clearer than a?

sharper than a tip of darts

So glowing fire cart you’ve been losing from the start nigga

(Get down) brrr stick’em ha ha ha stick 'em

(Get down) brrr stick’em ha ha ha stick 'em

(Get down) brrr stick’em ha ha ha stick 'em

Ha ha ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

And get down and we could, we could get down baby

And get down and we could, we could get down baby

And get down and we could, we could get down baby

And if you’re liking our sound then we could we could get down baby!

You niggas better not — in the air I know you feel it

My legs killing get my cardio from chasing paper to the top

Climb like stairs of skyscraper buildings

Fall fast like you jumped of the ceiling

See, lose what’s given I earn what I keep

Got rhymes beside my drive just like the passenger seat

Get live, the Roots with Jimmy Fallon playing a beat

No one better than me, no one better than we (C S F)

We fall quazars running the game, k ball

(Ay dog) this is?

to the real shit when it pays off

'Til it pays off?

shoot’em kill’em?

Lyrical bow and arrow the beat is jumping with?

So pump up the fucking volume — and bang it

Wizardly similes tend to be who remain nameless

Young Voldemort your heart’s at top nigga back it up now

And fuckin check it with sound?

cause I’m underground

It’s like we GPS and Google Map and no place in particular

Syllables off the syllabus verbish extra curriculum

Fill 'em up with the unenolated now your career is that you

Dealing with the monster now triple shit is quadruple headed

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preparing for the win as thin as spaghetti (bitch)

If we don’t get it get ready for the guillotines and machetes

The spirt of Urameshi wh-whoopin your fleshy fleshy

Keys to my mamas Lexi, I thought it was ready, ready

Then she left the boy behind, no g-note for?

As a fucking medieval sword stuck in some stone the blade buried

The wins and losses I’m a champion alredy

Starting with a L like you named Larry

How does a barrel of smoking pistols

More alive militia God, bless em I’ll get a tissue

The abysmal visuals of a genius choppin' up syllables

Stranger the intervals on this odyssey need a miracle

No prisoners my favorite color is

murder backwards

Charles Manson

dancin' all over your favorite rapper

Re-enact dirty Detroit riots, revolution!

They say only the strong survive, evolution!

I’m in love with the game in a violent way

Love hate, take this hand grenade serenade