TheHoodKid

v1-Hardcore,Hardcore, lyrical massavive distruction
takin niggaz breaths for the gangster type function
BLOWING up the MIC cause my ryhmes were indulgebull
staggerin muthafuckas maybe because your crew was foldabull
don’t take me as a joke, when I rip through the cream
don’t need a gangster lean, as a microphone fiend
I got the juice, don’t need to understand my plan
I got the MIC in my hand, and cut you up like a fan
I squezze once the trigger evalves into fire
my lyrics are competable and is just as my desire
rough as leather, as I pause and break
bringin it back to the 90’s as I make your bodies shake
flying up like a falcon, droppin shit into a mess
battling me? I rip through your flesh, and take your heart out your chest
I’m rough like hardcore, my lyrics are CREATIVITY
murderin bustaz on the MIC is my ACTIVITY

hook-Ok to ok thats all they say they say they say walk away u do now u lay on the ground and all they got to say is ok to ok

v2-I kick down your house, when the fire I cover
My POWER’Z so STRONG I’m more indulgent than your mother
I’m still CREEPIN,CREEPIN and STACKIN, MACKIN, and PACKIN like your was SLACKIN
Cause I’m THROWIN and FLOWIN and SHOWING and KNOWING got DAMN! I’m really GOING
Top to the Bottom, to the Bottom to the Top
crusin through the night when it’s only 3:00 o clock
perventing HURRICANS, THUNDER STORMS, from the LIGHTING I blist
gripin the MIC with your wrist, as I break ALL! including the fist
I’m gettin pist, frustrated, confused, of your shit
look at me I’m BURNING up as I let the MIC lit
HIPNOTIC, STERIOPHONIC Sounds coming from the ORIGINAL ''G''
Blind you by the light and shoot at you Knees
wreckin by the rules like it was DEATH ROW!
NOW you know I can go with you FLOW BY FLOW
You want to say something, You got a PROBLEM
Because you know I will solve it with a 99 Revolver

hook-Ok to ok thats all they say they say they say walk away u do now u lay on the ground and all they got to say is ok to ok

v3-I’m your worst night mare, don’t even think what I say
because shit like this happens every single day
I break shit like my name was cashue
don’t you know that I will mass you, slash you, take you
to your graves as you fear
my ryhmes are like wheel steirs, cause I’m competivly near
I’m like a frieht train, movin on up, all them local pleasure meetings you plan I say FUCK!
I NIGOCIATE, when I DETERMINATE, you sound more corny and worst than the goverment sawarzanagger!
stronger than door henges, when I release like a pigeon
suicide battling me, take your necks once I’m lynchin
clockin a grip, at 14, when you know I don’t quit
gimmie the mic that ain’t used and do some ill damage shit
now I’m foccused, releaved when I stay achevied
my goal is to wreck and that’s goal I achevied
my lyrics are SO ill, they flow like a water flow
static heat that I BLOW cause I know the deal like hollyfeild, now keep still cause I know I start ROBBIN
POPPIN AND POPPIN AND POPPIN AND DROPPIN cause their ain’t no STOPPIN

hook-Ok to ok thats all they say they say they say walk away u do now u lay on the ground and all they got to say is ok to ok

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Crew Cut Men