Lloyd Banks - Untouchable (Freestyle) lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Untouchable (Freestyle) lyrics

Far from the typical won't produce the regular rap fan Head trauma the drama big dawg gon' need a cat scan Tuesdays are full of new albums to feed my trash can Jingle k**er push you out your spot, f**k up your stack Ain't a motherf**er breathing equipped, sick verse fatality I don't even know who's k**ing this sh**, split personalities Mercy on the jersey that built the nerve up to battle me The smell of burnt rubber and fear on your road to agony Sleeping's a guarantee, never been safe to stay in there Running your crib with hammers up, lay you down like baby hair Got my Magnificent posture from a Mercedes chair Latest gear, rude awakening being couragous here Ni**as shooting at the kid, watch 'em miss on a day to day sh** I'm fly as ever, need my statue at JFK Darts been going over heads still, slow down my play by play Sitting on every mission really just a grenade away Searching 5 star spots breaking my top rhyming You still off the table get eyes black as your sock bottom Only helping me out throwin stones, I'm rock climbing k**ing underground Power 105 and then I Hot9 'em Don't know what the f**k you put in that pendant, its not diamonds Fraudulent f**ing up the game visualizing you drop dying Somewhere long away they switch the agenda, who gave the junkies power? Paper cuts from counting this money, don't trust a money counter Gotta be the d**, your favorite celebrity cutting powder Popularity is a skeezer, never gave a f** about her The God's been hunting you trying to serve your subpoena Still can punch ya and I rhyme like Floyd Mayweather Sr Being famous ain't gon' legend you Ignore the fame they feed you Weirdo ni**as took the game again, I overcame the season Ran my pen out on the regular, the normal train procedure Cross the finish line my muh'fu**ing self in the game of features From the slum to the Bahamas, they'll have to filet mignon us Went from running with the kings to a king like Isaiah Thomas Really how you throw it down, we all go to the same designer Ain't no shoes on her anyway, tell 'em c**aine align us I'm as great as the ni**as you pedestal and your flows tangled Lay you out on a winters cold, grown man make a snow angel Even sparkles too, don't let the glitter and gold change you Profit on my best shot, superstar on my worst angle