man im a coke rap spitter
|
a hair pin trigger
|
a crime rhyme dealer
|
is illa but on the rilla
|
spit around tornado lust
|
for the words
|
rap it up like dope,
|
FLY LIKE A BIRD
|
nothing but baking soda the
|
motorola do it well
|
up in your face man with something
|
to sell
|
im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga
|
just spinnin time with 45, 357s
|
and 9s
|
my figure 8, its real its not fake
|
strawberry soda garlic bread and
|
steak
|
ahead in the chase and hide
|
behind the wheel
|
you talk more money and we can
|
make a deal
|
(make a deal square ass n*)
|
VERSE 2:
|
im not a screw face, i keep my
|
boots laced
|
and listen to the homies brag about
|
they gun case
|
they off taste, crank beat with more bass
|
my court date, and i came in hella late
|
the cross game, wear rings with no chains
|
holla at the god if u a rap cat mane
|
nickel plated, now the engergys penetrated
|
i put that on my life im glad you never made it
|
raw hide, all in my blood line
|
you never find a drug like me and no kine
|
dont hide, cause it makes it more divine
|
to put you in the firing line on valentines
|
february, or was it january
|
i lose my memory when it come to you canaries
|
its necessary, on guard with what you carry
|
split the middle of the swisher then add the blueberry
|
(interlude)
|
im not a damn fool, i live bay rules
|
bay slang, and im doin my bay thang
|
make change, get bread to kick game
|
i know you got ass but yous a lame freak dame
|
no shame, and im greedy to the brain
|
you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain
|
crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain
|
i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne
|
rip hearts and i pound the sky larks
|
petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks
|
new suede, from the stage to the grave
|
hot days, means pistols in the shade
|
it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane
|
add a little color to the picture frame
|
the rhyme cheetah, throw on the wife beater
|
t-shirt jeans tennis shoes didnt see ya
|
(interlude)
|
and this analogy, is a new strategy
|
and this academy is headed for a tragedy
|
it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free
|
and snakes like me dont allow that see
|
at close range you can see my vertigo
|
venom in the soul and im ready to let it go
|
with no control, man it can grow like a rose
|
and im standing right there in my Filmore pose
|
When a child cries, in the heart a father dies
|
punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive
|
lethal, multiply to equal
|
bumpin c-bo on the way to Tahoe
|
Im stage left, at the store the main chef
|
man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F
|
The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota
|
runnin down the stairs of the project do a
|
kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby
|
and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby
|
you say the word, then here come the words put
|
mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD
|
|
-----------------
|
Fly Like A Bird
|
| Andre Nickatina |
