X-Ray - Run The Sphere v.2.3 lyrics

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X-Ray - Run The Sphere v.2.3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kong] We got the Glocks co*ked n***as stuck slow, f** slow Smack the sh** outta him Shoulda called Brickface and Stucco I owe like magos and nickel pesos in the NY A door west so fly flows so called Can I? Slash precise, I roll with spice quarter life Head to Houston without Whitney You can even ask the preacher's wife Bloaw, back em up f** the drama That's word to k** I dropped Evander cos he standing on my Holyfields Slash M E L Yo Cage slash M E cos MCs often envy The vocal style 10 deep One two mic check Next one, step up Speedy K slashed your f**in eyes couldn't catch up [Verse 2: Loch Ness] Hold up Ayo those that knows I knows I Got no time talkin mechanized bullseye n***a Closed eyes ain't always sleep n***a Evidently I be L O C Ness The finesse You 5 S Troop of the streets awaiting d**h For now you face me The murderous sound that lounge on wax Use my lyrics as my coping when opponents chose the motive For me to know to co*k back Release my e, you n***as stop that Raise the stakes and leave em contact [Verse 3: Rodan] The world is stink Minima mathematics make me a control freak Witness the violent sh** Nine to grade calculus in every word I speak Geometric motion is in every action I see You got a mean streak you a** out like bu*t cheeks up sh**'s creak Make your future bleak Life on drunken binges Wild maverick on the outskirts of society fringes Hanging on the door of sanity by the hinges Interdimension transmission transitions Charge the heartless a dollar and a half buck fifty that's a facial circumcision Rest in peace Big L, Big Pun, Biggie Smalls, Freaky Tah and 2Pac Allah blessed David Force, Family Haze, Tig, Tony Mone and DJ Sub-Roc Y'all snitchin cow motherf**ers s** a fat co*k [Verse 4: Megalon] Street lights with cameras I walk the beats like beat that can't stand us Hand to hand gram handlers Scandals and scramblers Street life gamblers Tommy Montana word to nana Banana clips goin bananas in Atlanta Guzzos bust holes in bandanas Snub nose Blood on my clothes, cancer Lap dances, black panthers Three dot branding us Street fights with hammers Black and Spanish Zlatans and Blacks with bad manners and bandages Dance to this Bust hoes and mark cannons [Verse 5: King Caesar] Ayo I spit fast like whiplash When I dash when I dip cla** My sh** last like good Stash Type of hype to make your whip crash Sniff coke and smoke gra** s** dick and kiss a** Break gla** and breakdance Break law and take chance Yo yo Exit To the next sh** It's real I saw you in the faeces like Richie Aprile I sh** on you Just like my f**ing Loud deal Introducing King Caesar with the dog fake grill Fifty metres tall, thirty thousand tonnes Representing full circle for my Monsta Island guns [Verse 6: Kamackeris] We some underground brothers on a bubble What, you want trouble? Have you underneath in the rubble Yo I drug you With these knicks Dime bags and eight balls No mistake y'all, we break y'all All of this is a phone call We be right there Shorty in the back know this thing ain't fair But we don't care Somebody shoulda let you know We show love and sometimes yo we let it go It be harder then d**h Row Why you n***as rhyming so-so? We cop the Von Dough [Verse 7: King Geedorah] It's the one King Ghidra The three who closed the deal for eleven million Lira She looked like Vera Brother She had the fatty but an ugly motherf**er who stay up in the mirror forever It's all clever Whatever flow your so boat specialist in our ears no stro the hoes row Bald headed coochies to the hoochies with the titties that fall flat People lookin pretty and all that [Verse 8: Jet Jaguar] Point beats like Earth With profanity and sanity Musical exorcism haunting tracks like Azamady n***as we burning Intentions affirming As the beat rocks and we plot on competition Mics a Mac 11, add the vocal ammunition Ass whippers a dish to those that feel better Get em We co*k the mic back then we wet em Brain burner, microwave thoughts like a Swanson Fast learner, accumulate units until it's platinum Defeat us, c'mon n***a that sh** ain't happenin' f** the rappin' sh**, avoid me Cos when I'm paranoid motherf**er I be cappin' sh** I'm mappin out ship my mans plan to become millionaires before we disappear from this atmosphere

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