Melee spawn, you know what it is
Elite fleet, get the fuck up
Intensity varies from this cavity
Your lifestyle, wild pitch, smack your fist
Smile, profile is infinite
The climate of rap is inclement
I weather the storm before I pen this shit
Ill script scattered rounds like four clips
One shot left in the game, try the poulet
Poulet with four- wide pate, my attache
This is hip- hop, big old chains
Like the name drop songs,
keep it popping your head
Till the music stop, here's a proposition
Before you end up missing
You ain't got a fucking pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out
It's true what you read about
Run on my gear and rep paint,
Fall in the hands of man's
New sound landscapes, I repaint
Rep can't fall in the hands
of man's fate with beat breaks
New sound landscapes, I repaint
you don't know what it's about
bring the rocket roof down
Boom, I'll be blowin' your block
That's what I speak, understand that?
you don't know what it's about
Lost cause, bring the fucking rules down
I'll be going in your block
The black face with the menacing stare
Vision is blurred, trigger his head
This is the year, the nigga you had
Conditions to spare, listen I dare
Any one of you chumps speak up,
you got some business to stare
Oh I torso, I body beat your torso
Hopkins, body beat your torso
I'm hype like a white jack
I've been provoked by the lyrics in
Spitlines, we epitomize on our youth
You're a whale to scandalize
But at the crib, I'm in the jungle like
Mic device live on stage,
Once your head pops off, nah,
you don't know what it's about
Melee, spark, bring the rock and rule down
Pull up and blowin' your block
That's what I speak, understand that?
No doubt, you don't know what it's about,
Bring the rock and rule down
your block just like a mob
Fuck up, it's melee and lost cause
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