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Lyrical Genius

by MASTAMIIND

on Prenuptual Agreement (2010)

[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm, untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

[Verse 1: B.THE GREAT]
I ain't cutting slack, because lazy niggas is wack
Like an artist on they break, I draw back in
My pistol hit spines, I aim, draw backs in
Shoot a nigga, pitch black, pull up a black Cadillac
A nigga bumping the hard rock shit, look like a humpback
Round two, my bitches I hump back, you pussies
Really wanna fight back, I don't think so
Try to run, and hide, you ain't keeping kinko
Like I just came in with sauce, ooh
I came in like a boss, boo
This shit is only shit for five year old's
These niggas rap sound like they have a foot in they mouth
And they closing they noses, uhh
If a nigga rap to me, expect I get bored
Wanna beach house with a truck
Contort a twisted moral, whores, still spitting a later day
Cut the beef, I slice the cow, with a razor blade
You my son, so like when the summer come
You still offspring, you jumping you don't have to deal with me
Bitch, please, bitches popping M&M's in the hood
We call it life, unless we have to start selling packs
Of weeds, cutting for new grass and life
I makes lips blow, like accident lipo
Wet from the wrist and clothes, I just water hoes
What I behold, cold flows, like Arctic floor stores
Go solo, cause as soon as I drop singles
I got a mormon posse bro, uh

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Truth a truce and you daring to dare doubt
But you breathing in insecurities, no gun ain't gonna air that out
Left wrist want a AP, test my class, you ain't AP
Touch the game, like A P P and kill it, A S A P
My wave ain't hard to see, you can read it in braille
Read it, and tell, you'll hear my verses in the scorches of hell
I wrote this and fell, I'm dumb when I spit
The saliva is real, here to kill locksmiths on both knees
I'm low key, so you inhale, so niggas breath
Seal there, B is just a master like a widow he at his peek
Let these instrumentals sinking like the pool was 6 feet
Reap what I sow, and hunt what I eat
I rest my case, like a sleeping lawyer
This my world, I made it, black Tom Sawyer
Wicked as Aleister, banish ya, I'm the GOAT
Baphomet believer, fly as angel wings
But niggas whine about they bread like the feast of Jesus
Say this a hard egg to crack, hoe this the yolk
Who you fooling, I'm the ruler, I just happen
To measure my flow, when I do it
To do this, it ain't much to do
I split the game in two, and niggas act
Like they have no care in the world
Like a class had a substitute, dude
Due to anger management, I have to make sure
When I spit I don't go on murderous splurges
Of slurs, and disbandment, so when I get to the point
And like bombs, get ticked off, then I better not
Hear somebody say "what the fuck do we do wrong?"