SLAINE - Bible Pages lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm wordtastic, curb ratchet you herbs wack I speak crack, leave you pot filter smelling like burnt plastic I'm just flipping words my sh** is verbal gymnastics Now please chill and observe, practice I literally consider myself a literary master Smoking cannabis with me before a show could be a disaster I'm obscene as every hood movie black pastor f** blastin', when I see you I'm a smack past ya This is track nr.3 with the lakin from Boston Wow I'm wicked awesome I'm the type to skip and enforce them in Boston The drippin tauntin need to get floored in the liquor Put that sh** in the floor son I'm iller than Illa p**y that feelin withdraw some Syllabus, I just toss them Into cedric companions you would think I ran out of sh** to say But all you can do is pray, 'Cause I'm not done [Verse 2:] Back and my sh** is vicious I Currently like gla** of riches Sick and stickin syringes and hit b**hes I'm twistery mask up And we go hard no winter hard and gorillas fall And they children that clatter at the pharmacies Stick as a robbery it's like the lottery To us poverty struck us and mold us It's just like poverty dissing young And hunting for victims pop 'em For doctors to fix 'em, shelter them junks Watching b**hes let me shove my rock in their kitchen for crumbs I get down prescription pill on my tongue sh** I used to be young now I'm as sick as they come It's vicious malicious and I'm the terror that ripped through these slumbs Blinded from risk, I confront every day gripping my gun living like scum I'm a monster from the heart of the heartless A product of a circle of sinners that's living regardless Hostage to this nonsense bare arms I'm tolores Napalm, apocalyse on wax I demolish it It's vicious [Verse 3:] A town warrup on rocks daily Promoters tryin' to book me, I'm like f** you! pay me They were sleeping till I hooked up with Slaine f** the law I'm a go hard till they can rain me Battle raps slam mat had 'em with a battle axe Wing 'em where your hat is at Smash 'em in the tat I'm talking burn 'em, Taking albums in numbers corners I find a bum in the street and smack his couple quarters Take it to molly, where is the molly getting a ferrari On his safari, you and Donny ye you plow like the harmonica You couldn't see me with binoculars You are below me, that means I am on top of you I turn your chick into a p**n star Feel that b**h blowin' me and put that sh** on world star Drugs sniff her car lick her dirty grind spitter Lyrical gun slinger, I let my buzz zing her [Verse 4:] I flex the charges if the got it from Marvin Knicks fans Grief for the last sh** you see, before that mismatch mismatch Spitting the ceiling getting a whip lash Tap with that kick stand more than you can withstand f** it if they poetry's deep they always fail It's all tall tails like coach others in hell I own my own holding it's not what over your head Before you know it's all in your head it's over your legs for me The feel from the head it's what they hope instead Give me a moment to blast for a toast of the flesh And man that's all in the start but little in their little bars Quit spitting that's just too much talking too little heart It better have the iron cheecks stepping on my dogs 'Cause if I apply the iron sh** you sleeping on the floor In spite of what you saw it's nothing violent as the dog Got you hard and now like you f**in ridin in our store [Verse 5:] A mil 'cause I slaughter your crew Guilty about it and you Ye I know you in the building I heard the audience boo Emerge with deep words be herbs those street curbs You sound a gun for a second now my speed in reverb I get money in traffic and I ain't talking zenga bridge I'm breaking ribs I'm hating kids From Compton burb to Cambridge Hating on Slaine it got a table down on strange forest Place bigger than the one fifth of a stegosaurus Every time I rhyme get one of the later chorus Walk through the beam with that green like a major taurus f** what's necessary you better arrange a florist 'Cause I'm flying I'm deadly they got to spray the forest I'm the nicest motherf**er round when I'm writing But I'm buying just a little ask Sonny Hayes You delicate rappers have deemed irrelevant How you wore yourself down, but still you ain't sell a bit [Verse 6:] I'm the king exactly everything you fear I will be Seen the devil man and put the holy spirit in me People looking at me like nobody weirder than me Couldn't hear me though unless they have their ear of the street But, my style's unchanged, still known by one name To all the unsane, throwin tic to any dumb dame My sh** is manic I should spit this sh** in gun range Fallen angels s*uts addicted to my cum stains Smart people say it's dangerous to hang with me But my people just scared of this angry You starring at the enemy my face is trouble The public grounds on me like I'm an interracial couple I'm a sick f** renegade in front of you You make me laugh I never been afraid of one of you Your eyes are crossed you ain't a boss you're just full of henny Try and stop me you would have to put a bullet in me