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Onyxxx.......

#They tried to poison the fetus

#We gonna check it out like this

#All hell

The high exalted

Yo

My mother f**king name is fredro starr

You know what I'm saying?

I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther f**king greasiest

And my mother f**king nigga sticky the f**king fingaz

You know what I'm saying?

Yo sonee

Step to your mother f**king business nigga...word up

Verse 1:

I'm not the type to be flabbergasted

But all my doubters mastered

It ain't a matter bastard

Rule my hazard

Niggaz get blasted

Soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order

Who want it?

We got what your looking for

F**k you gonna do now, money

Cause this the sonee

Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister

I get downright deprived on them niggaz

We rob z's

Gimme all these, y'all niggaz

Puss!

Whats the matter? I rush

Bum rush you better rise

And assult and catapult

Like a bullet

I shot shit

The figure hurter

Word to murder

Rippin the master

Will make you back up from them further

Hold up the press

Heres comes the mess

Worship the best

Or die like the rest

You have the right to remain violent

Aaauuuggghh

Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!

I'm a tyrant

Strinking like a viking

A knight in shining armor

Jumping for the sauna

The rough rhymer

Suicidal like nirvana

The end of your world is just beginning

Theres no winning in my inning

The dead things cannot effect the living

So I trip into the winds

Of the ghetto bad weather

I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on

Never talk to a stranger

Everybodys in grave danger

Me and my people just shot ya anger!

F**k dat...ya better off dead!

Considered less than a god, but more than a man

I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian

With my mental powers and my sixth sense

That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience

(so get the f**k out the way)

Ooh, and get your ass cut

Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt

(no doubt)

Heres the clip witches know it's a black stone

Its a matter that shatter your track bone

Score to get to life

I'm concise

Niggaz get done up precise

Cut up fine

And f**ked up real nice

We made up mean jamaica

And die like the lakers

Faking jack was mackin backwards

With the front in black got tactics

Straight from the desert-(queens)

Where niggaz is desperate

So I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit

(get a life)

F**k dat ya betta off dead!

(get a life)

F**k dat ya betta off dead!

Verse 3:

Cover me, I'm going in

Move em in take em out

The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle

Its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell

No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell Like-wah wah!

Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin

Black start attackin back-i'm still hurtin

Sticky come on come on well...

So all let up on the fact

That I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother f**king ass

To hurt your feelings

Cause your shit is trash

Too many people like me

Cause they're not worthy

Destruct my coalition

Its a demolition derby

Through all that spit you talk

And make the mic smell like saliva

Yuck! you need to retire

Resign

I'm ahead of my time

In my prime

One of a kind

And out of my mind!

And ain't nothin in this

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