Blue Ribbon

[Verse 1: Copywrite] Without me getting to sentimental, I want to say Drink my warm piss on ninety degrees summer day You run away without a modeling agency God has been praising me Lately on my songs been amazing me As Islamic as Asia be But as Christian as Kanye Quote scriptures from psalms page And hit a bitch in the broad day Underground hereditary, you see me and mom and pops We don't clear samples, no duty free vodka shots Bruce B, Scott Le Rock mixed with Bruce Lee, Kookie Charles Manson, all his grandsons bully D pops and Pac Weed session, so they both cashed out like a recession Please bless them, before the seven deadly sins and greed gets them Probably a little too late, honestly Copy is a two tape prodigy, you fakes honor me You take just you wait, watch and see If you hate modesty, you will love me You bootleg chopping knees [Samples] [Verse 2: Copywrite] Pick up your bird, we swerve in a rental cruse I serve her the genital, she bite like its where their originals I might murder her in the news You heard of her in the news They didn't catch the killer I went back to get her purse And filled her hearse with cats and litter Killer verse, is lacking filler Rap until a lung collapse I swing him off his fucking axe Lets kill it back until it crashes into Saturn My patterns are madder than mothers against drunks Shattering rims, dunk Can battle him after we gets up Oh pardon me, I'm having an out of body experience My body's out of my body, out in the lobby hearing this Smoked a dozen times, while you wrote the dime a dozen rhymes While you headlined and wondered how I poked, a dozen die King of my city's Kong While some dummy getting on Which is as unbelievable as a brand new biggie song I'm no hoochie, that's plain to see I'm about as far as G as A-Z Please for you, watch your P's and Q's Before I cross your T's, Drop your I's and leave you bruised [Sample: Methodman] "He the sharpest motherfucker, and he always on point Razor sharp, with the rhymes, whatever." [Verse 3: Copywrite] Specialize in petty theft, sneak into your treasure chest Take every cent, but leave a penny left, thieve your NES You went to drama speak, puffed two tons of chron a week Sonic heat on the beat, clocking two hundred dollar sneaks Who wants to beef? I'm packing two kinds of heat I'm mac-ing two kinds freaks Bring a napkin to wipe her cheeks Forty inch cable chain Hanging swang like orangutang Save you some fatal pain Never gaze you will sprain your brain And move behind me Doing ninety with brew inside me Do a high speed chase If the troopers find me, who's beside me? Code name C.I.B., loosing you cats If I'm moving too fast Please stop me, mock three when I chief broccoli I'm sparking a dark hash Nervous with the warrant Watching Cops, hoping its not my apartment they knock at You started, ill stop that With a new Glock, I copped that Target the pop at Any cats that wanted they spot back [Sample: Prodigy] "Heavy airplay all day, with no chorus" x4