Black and Milds

[Vince The Prince] I'm a send of these lethal weapons of packing sentence Headless rappers think they are swagging but they get so defenseless I'm under surface my other surface is resting under searches With million dollar hands of, lifting ceiling fans up And getting more air, than fishes with the fear of Getting snatched by bears trying to make it out from where They were told they could roll, getting old but we go harder Take a break right where you are cuz you going to far, huh I had to give em that whiplash effect Cuz half of y'all could handle cash if you had a check And most of y'all could'nt handle cards with a loaded deck Wack rappers sonin ya'll, yeah i just contracept Thats far cries from the things that they had told me Its funny how your girl say she would have dated the old me And if you making this year, we'll wait and see But i ain't stopping at nothing less than the best Emcee [Lawrence Turner] Most memorable time of my career was the day i was born Satan's spawn, the mic wire was my umbilical cord Imma backwards nigga, so i was born inside of a morgue Nastier than my girl sucking puss from a pimple on my balls Every night i kneel and pray to the lyrical lord Telling me smite these rapping whores with my lyrical sword Lacerations across your throat leave you silent and gone So you'll never spit a verse and hip hop will be restored In other words, i'm saving hip hop from the likes of you You wack rappers that get on the mic and let wack rhymes spill through Lawrence Turner is a beast and all of his niggas is too Avengers just assembled and i'm lyrically hulking you I am a rare one, you'll never find a mind like mine You'll will transform from an optimist when i enter my prime If your spitting wack shit with no meaning intertwined Then your career gonna be maxed out by the time you 39 [J-Emz] Your neither poetic, nor photogenic but imma snap at you Your action are prostetic, i should send a medic With every record i pass at you, imma pass records With recordings that deserve awarding With these bars imma a warden I'm warning you i'm the wrong one to war with i am historic Say prayers for your self like a selfish Dion Warwick And anyone that has a heart i feel for you I feel to do what i need to do for me to keep you beneath the crew I'm on the move, you hauling you stalling I'm styling, yo sippin, i'm styling getting no rest Not many test J-Emz and find that i be studying Ahead of time so that i could be ahead of them I put my soul in my music and then i aim for money You couldn't do it so they claim Illuminati's on me If these decent rappers quit hating and get moves made Then maybe i wouldn't feel like the only [Th3 Saga] See i'm labeled a typical backpack, little artist with wack tracks Who be rocking a snapback but i lyrically snap backs I'm luger with the torture rap, it ain't hard to scorch a track People would rather see clear lies, than distorted facts My cousin told me in the race for cheese, ignore the rats And keep comiting homicide whenever you record a track Spit that raw but with all the pressure i can't afford to crack Confidence is in my position cuz now they sort of wack Turn to MJ when the balls given Haters hate my hustle, trying to figure the flaws in em I got my own shirt i rock that with some hard denim Spit that 50 Tyson on the track, yeah that autism Ambition relentless, homie there ain't no pause in em Spewing blessing when he write, cuz you know Gods in em cuz God sent him To change the game, and supplying the sharp shooter Just to let you know he got Hart in em Equal2None [Maxx 39] Mastodon with his glasses on Rap till dawn, Maxx is on till i'm passed and gone in a casket Wrong answers, don't mess with these pop song dancers Drop long prancers in the spot to pawn kings in the castle Bringing the tackle springing for capsule singing for tassels Wife the game no lebron james if the ring is a hassle I'm not gonna stop putting rhyming words in sentences Unless i'm a pessimist with an extra wrist performing an exorcist Get ugly rappers extra pissed, lyric's be insidious To idiots walking threw my city just for a titty kiss You get the gist of it, be the next to blow like subway train's In great Britain, girl likes rap but she hates spitting Bars like a state prision, make visions relate different M'c have no following and dare to say they hate Christians Let Saga handle that, burn your bridge with the candle wax No need to fight the facts, relax as i light my black