The W ((International Bonus))

I grew up around block parties ready to rock

Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock

The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop

A bad weather blow the feathers

Off a hundred flocks

With 70% goose 30 ducked get stuck

And each link in your chain is trucked

No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers

Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper

I live around DJ's b-boys MC's

Through rap never thinkin' Airways are TVs

It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout

Rec Room 2 dollars

With the flyer as we would doubt

Now his wigs pushed back

Name scratched off the plaque

Too wild to re-enact

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MC's have the right to remain silent

Everything you say can

And will be used against y'all muh'f**kers

And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see

Me need ya That'll be the day ya busta

It gets no rougher when

Me and my comrades rush ya

Like red heat with hammers and sickles

I milk like ya baby mama's nipples got issues

It's just us so what's what if any can touch us

Then lord strike me down where I stand at now

Wit this bottle of Remy

Gettin' f**ked up child listen

The most notable MC

Ya source for hip hop quotable MC

Of course it's Tical

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The Princess the Pope incest dope

Choke you by the throat the chrome handle smoke

The man not for joke we all out for broke

Plus the herbal that I tote the murder that I wrote

You can't do me none my Uzi weighs a ton

I'm comin' from the slum Wu is number one

I stumbled on the drum the Gods are troublesome

Rumble when we come

Boy you better Run Run

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Aiyo it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips

Flashin' mega bricks outfits

Rock ridiculous whips bitch

Wavy hair men of the year bent in the stairs

Sick winter gear been on position is where

Call him an Asiatic God-body Longevity

Slang rap you get your whip wrapped

Swing through the hood calmly

Yo what up Staten Island Bush George

Dust shut shit off whips spin off

Get off slips which wiz

Mind di-tects mines lines lick sick nines

Pick wines lift up bill a nigga six flies

Dip wide dress my shit up

F**k six times wish mine

Rub lamps take thousand dollar crystalines

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