[Sample] Compared to you. . [Verse 1 Termanology] Compared to you, Im Jesus Christ He gutta like the peas at night, sling keys of white Termanology, you really can spit You really are sick, ST. up in this bitch shit This beat sound like RZA had a son And named him Lee Bannon, got ozs of salmon That fishscale raw butter motherfucker Dont confuse me with no other funny cat Chris Tucker This ?ll bring ruckus to you suckas Dont trust us, we the crustiest brothers with no ducats Caine lovers, get stuck with hospital bills for punches My squad third graders, at noon we eat lunches You sweet, scrumptious. Candycoated This cannon in my hand reloaded, blam its over She got a fatty? Fuck how her face look Shorty wanna get poked, and not on no Facebook [Verse 2 Eay Money] Uh. Listen ST. squad thugga, keep it raw gutta Fucking with one, gotta bring it to all of us Your broad love us. All I tell her is, come here, Then she point at her face and tell me, come here, Too fly. No way you can compare She blow me and Term, swallow a cum pair Go home and kiss you with tongue, ear Its so unfair, fuck it homie, Im done here Come right back like bad karma Razor sharp thoughts will pierce through that armor Attract drama, thats my persona He act feminine Im going to put a purse on him Bet the shine give you glaucoma And this gun put you to sleep, slip you into a Glockcoma You not a thug, never been the type to load a pistol You a fag, the type to swallow a load and piss, too [Verse 3 Termanology] Hopping out the Scion with my face on it Driving through Helltown with the bass booming Thats street shit, ST. to the death Al Pacino and Nino, mixed in the flesh Its movie time, them Ricans that make peliculas Beef with us? Thats preposterous, obvious you just talking shit I got my boots on, and they aint just for walking shit They for stomping shit. We from the projects, bitch! Hunh. No comparison to my arrogance When it comes to the babble fast flows you either mastered it Yup, Im like Kool G Rap smashing shit You like an average rapper that Id embarrass quick Come through my block, we got it locked, like Fort Knox We trizz them out, give Kim and Kourtney cocks Ha. One, two, and you dont stop. We make the crowd move back [Verse 4 Eay Money] Hey yo, we move packs. Hold gats like we above the law Rep the city right above the Law Im so Helltown Eay Money, ST. is the family We all nice with the rhyme, the whole fam illy See my presence is an artists convention Without the pencil, I draw your attention Have trouble with it and its hard comprehending How yall talk the best and my squad isnt mentioned Walk with a limp and carry myself Like the flyest shit ever, I could marry myself Flow retarded, it should ride the mini school bus So your petty rhymes miniscule to us Never get it confused because I flow awesome Most of my team put in bids no auction We cop coke, bag up and deal it Yall cop coke to wash down your meal with
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