Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Poisonous Thoughts lyrics

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Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Poisonous Thoughts lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah INS, 7, Eso Here we go [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Birds in the coop murder herbs in my boots Blue convertible, heavy head swerve on the juice Bottom to the top, pops hot like the bottom of the pot Top dollar, you can spot him at the spot Flow Murder One, third world slums heard of son Overtime grind get it first come A-Team Hannibal, 88th page in the manual Maintain, handle intangibles You see me push through, bully at the park Do it like the crooks do, hoodie after dark Spark with the flamer on, bang a drum On til the break of dawn, take him on like Jason Bourne Later on, poly with a model chick I ain't into politics, 1-6 call me a lobbyist Know there's no stoppin' this Years from now, homie still rockin' its Dark knight roaming the metropolis [Samples] "Ringside table, batman?" "Um, just one, thanks. I'll stand at the bar" "Poisonous thoughts" "You're breathing fire" "I'm breathing fire" "Comin' out hard" [Verse 2: Esoteric] Through my pugilist struggle Me and the mic make a beautiful couple Musically we lift em without moving a muscle I punching crews like I'm Russell You wanna tussle with pitbull muzzle We can reduce you to rubble, you don't want no trouble I'm Zeus in a goose bubble Producing a verbal beef With the Wu and the crew is deep With a lucrative hustle Now see, I can be a [] Put you rappers to the drum Cut your pinky finger off for fronting, that's a rule of thumb f** your motherf**ing beats, I don't care who they from Check it out (You good, right?) Yeah, yeah I'm good, listen I put the "am" in "ammunition" Cause I am a hammer spittin' Superman be on a mission, but y'all change in a booth Yeah, my fam-a-lam I'm missin, but I'm handlin my business Keep the planets on collision while maintaining the truth You off course like a lost pilot You can meet the shepherd, cause I'm violent like the Lost pilot No one survived it No one survived it [Samples] [Verse 3: Mr. MFN eXquire] Liquor all over my liver I'm still sippin' there Grab it guzzle it down like I don't give a sh** That's how I fight back like, "Life, take that" Right to the heart that's why that sh** be burning my chest I invested in all the sh** they sell you in You's a little man, the sky's the limit all that other sh** Blah blah blah, get a tad older than it's evident That you gon' settle in whatever job can help you pay the rent Jimmy Olsen and the Super Friends That line was doper than a motherf**er but you couldn't understand Metaphoric to my light bright, why do I fight? Up down, bottle top, left in the wrong fight Czar of the gong show, that's an oxymoron Don't ever call me crazy motherf**er, I'm just throwed off Back to the gong show, I bet you didn't get it Ha-huh-ha, get it n***as is so dritty If you believe in fate then that means that life's scripted Give or take a couple of pages for quick edits I just rip out them pages, nothing is ever sacred I'm searching for an oasis, the end is coming no way to save it

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