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Avalanche 2.0

Black Snow

Avalanche 2.0

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I rock up with explosives like America and and quickly blow up/ Bag Dead (Baghdad) fake rappers on cyphers who fail to show up/ Throw up 16 bars like I was poisoned with four Kit Kats/ Strap up needles and do the (meth) math kid ,i already did that/ Straight rap, like good husbands i have no time for chit (cheat) chats/ Thats where it starts with these cats/ You entertain their attempts for 6 days on the seventh its weak (week) raps/. At the face of weakness they crack and fail to bounce back - Yet they claim to be on pole position since they strippin shakin ass/ These bitches been selling themselves for table scraps/ Thinking they gon be making cash, so they sold me out to the feds _ Coz I'm dope like that/ Ive pioneered boom bap in the basement with nothing but a vision and a verse/ Yet they wanna Trap and travel the world/ So i beat them with the globe and put them on the map/ Pound for Pound, bar for bar I'll smack you on every verse/ Got wheels? I got a coffin I'll put you on a herse/ Bring your Pills I got morphine to numb the pain when i snap necks (next)/ You got me taking pictures after you cats/ Rewind that, analyze and rehash/ You'll realize i don't spit bars nigga like light year im bars myself, If you have a problem with that? meet me on the stage I got my Berretta cocked, magazine loaded screw your pimples I'm popping heads/ When i shake my head , I'm not playing with my dick nigga I'm moving my fans / See I always had a plan To eliminate fake cats so i joined the blue shirts/ Now i burn fags with the cops destroyin fake cigarrettes They CAN'T fck with me can they?/ They don't have the balls to do it ? them T's are too close to U nigga i knew it / You better off havin a 3 sum with a Lesbian and a Gay in porn movies - Coz thats the only way you will see your self inside an L G/ I mean, I was born to do this plus i don't give a shit/ About the money the fame, the bitches or your type of music/ I have the passion that you lacking all the punchlines you claim to spit/ All you do is chicken out, You never ready for beef, You'd rather rap (wrap) your sixteens around a coin and flip the script/ With burnin linen in your hands, still you not dropping hot shit (sheet) I gave you a chance to write, Remember? i even showed you where the pen is/ But you heared the word penis, and you blew it/ Swallowed the cum, now you on a beat trying to spit/ But choked on the rhymes you bit and died in a pit/ I'm a nuisance with the mic, nigga I'm sick with it/ Your new age rap is kitsch, do battle bap and stick with it / Better yet drop the mic and quit kid/ Or you'll get a slit wrist, and bleed to death quick You better get out kid/ Before you get pushed hard like a baby during delivery / you get forced head out _ the slope is slippery/ Haters try to spread out, they get pinned to the ground/ Rifle reaches far, you close to my arms I've got you under my watch/ Sniper with a cyclops vision on a death March/ Whoever tries to run gets taken down Get beaten up with a bunch of rizzlas and suffer blunt paper cuts; I live a bubble life when push comes to shove, I'm the first to bust/ Blind you like rubble dust when buildings collapse/ Forfeiting is the best option, don't dare and try to relapse/ I'll stab through your belly button and cut out your stomach with a knife/ You wanna battle me ? Nah nigga you don't have the guts/ I'm the first Emcee to ever do it this good/ I walk with a chip on my shoulder, the C.I.A is tracing my moves/ Avalanche 2.0 real cats will be jammin this tune/ Coz I've been punching since the beginning. Its time to take five, you bitches bend over expecting a fisting/ You always hear bars (buzz) before a bee sting/ Avalanche 2.0, the beast is back in the building. Eyo Eyo I'm beasting.

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