3026091, RESPOND / REACT Posted by AbdulJaleel, Wed Jul-29-20 06:07 PM
M ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chant Y'all talk about bodies but you would not kill a ant My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excalibur now you be damp When I operate a crowd will copulate My game'll make a room populate and 2-1-5th is the stock of hate Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits They all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist it Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics Turn your soul and body to statistics In particular I've got that extracurricular Squad in the stash who could be stickin ya Slip and they vickin ya Harass your po-lice commissioner Don't like chicks with weaves talking 'bout, "I need conditioner" That shit's deader than niggas with a morticianer A janazah, up in your flesh like plasma Take away your last breath when you got asthma Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now "Who's the Boss?" not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem My squad from deuce-four up to West Oak Lane All the way to Tackawanna and Frankford they know the name It's like that... M-Ill-itant
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