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wu music pt. 1: the devil's rod - p-town's finest lyrics

[illgod]
amidst gods, i complete bars and cyphers
speed p-ss your pineals
with the pea sized of pimel, nerve
then literally peek at the precentral gyrus
so you’re still, ’cause they slid p-ss my pipette
the thyroid, i strike it;
to leave a goitre, that wield a boiler
to brew a broiler, you’ll beat ebola, virus
pichichi rival to your purkinje fibres
intracardiac pr-ck, to keep it ribald or viviparous
bundle of hits to your bundle of his
stomach the systole when it’s pumping a beat
adrenaline rises, at limitless crises
appendages triramous?
i bend em as dry leaves, didi
held a nut like an acorn cup
i made it burst like did trevor george
smith, after a chorus
limbs break as a pause
the corpse? i gravely tossed to kadaverwerwertungshanstalt
to produce new fats

[mc lace]
i stand tall like the tower of babel
n-ggas lumbering wondering how i fell
flow so holy like raphael
fly like an angel, polo by raphael
check my craft mc lace ain’t a regular
gotchya running out of breadth rectangular
one, two, three, i count bars like dracula
weight that i shoulder would breakdown your scapula
what’s wrong with ya, i run with ya
decorate a dope beat like furniture
magnum bullet sells like platinum
n-ggas getting on my nerves like my mum
asking about the sh-t like the album
and i’m tr ying to solve for x like malcolm
nicolas cage with my faceoff
john travolta castor troy what’s the outcome

[plasthic slash]
after i craft bars, i be like allahu akbar
hear the gun claps and run laps like trackstars
got a thing for black cars and plat cards
mic dead, leave a white head with black scars
criminal bossman, lyrical swordsman
crucifixion won’t stop the physical god’s plan
martial art rap, drop kicks like illgod
chopsticks that spill blood, watch this i’m still god
flow rapid like waterfalls, your daughter calls
truth be told, she bold how she smother b-lls
she a keeper like hope solo
dropped a dope promo, now the hoes follow
i ain’t talking instagram, mister man, on the street!
b-tch kissed ma hand though i dissed her man on the beat
i pulled the gun, blam! redhead’s man dead
arm leg leg arm head

- p towns finest lyrics

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