Uh, there go another one y'all; elcome to the new Mole-linneum Chicago's sickest
[Verse 1] Chicago, flow and maneuver, shittin this mundges Splittin the blungeon, while y'all gettin fucked out of your publishing And splittin your budget, I'm from Where cats cook cocaine with propane set to a low flame Move work premeditated before the dope came No name, spit the whole brain, and hit the ass with no lue and no game Homie domain to where the most sickness flow rain While y'all niggaz claim yo fo-fo aim We don't just outline with the chalk here, we shade in the whole frame Ready, on your marks, plan to be fuck with me you better iron out the details and be heavy on your starch From day one, I've been clearly regarded As being the most lyrically severely retarted But then am I dearly departed I found them a lesson touch tracks Niggaz know, I got against the gran like wipin my ass from butt crack to nut sack When y'all said fuck the world, I had to commit acts of porn Hittin from the back with my dick stuck in a crack a dawn Since pediatrics I spit pitty graphics Shit on any rapper you give a shout to and sent your rap with a city jacket Top seeded in the midwestern conference, huh Spittin songs around you like a dyke turned around at a bitches breast circumference Blow me and swallow every man that was fortified Fall off, you can hang that up quicker than Jordan did forty-five I'm too mentally disturbed to spite I'm kickin motherfuckers under the muffler You won't even make it to the car tonight
[Chorus: x2] I rap where the corners is cold blooded *true* Drug traffic is so flooded *true* Your life's work is low budget And the sickest MC's flow rugged You can't relate? So fuck it
[Verse 2] In this world designed of linen and ice driven I accurately flip advise given and earn her Nice livin in turn, I'm too nice for your own good Would be nice if you had a fanbase of one single motherfucker from your own hood
Pity's no more, no more Mr. Nice Guy Never matter who the nicest, I'm nice and you ain't shit but a nice try And that's just being nice about it You need to have a nice one to say face like a presidential Roley with the ice up out it Careful who you fuckin and foolin with, 'fore I spit spitefully detruded I got a nice way of showin shit, I'm not nice, nut nice stick around in your drawers Thought of a mic feedback and get a nice round of applause Spit twice the flem, drop christ and gems for god teller DOn't hate, say thank you son, that was awfully nice of him I shine to precisely sung, spit off the violence And spill scripts that rare, the black ball point, nicely done Why you worry about makin nice impressions YOu should, I got all of you suspect ass niggaz so called nice in question Whether you got a nice ass or a thug grill with the ice glowin ya To put it nicely, fuck you and nice knowin ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] I rest my crown where straight dogs eat remains and link up brains Askin who'd start slayin at pick up games with triggers under hiccups aim A world where ansatomy rules, and we drop gems bout cockin back hammers And aim it at the family jewel So I love the hatred looks, and cook county man state to to crooks And bodies catchier than fuckin Naughty By Nature hooks And nigga sold his soul to any price, fuck with the penny nice Plenty nights I shot many dice with the Henny christ But Vakill, ain't he nice? I spit virus none of you cats fathom like spreading AIDS through turntable needles and scratch paddles Flows that seperated and detach atoms Crackin jokes at motherfuckers while they on their death bed like Patch Adams Is it the line between those thar rip the force flag Play in the middle like a thug nigga dressin in course drag I'm rakin dicks up like divorced fags The only place y'all gettin five mics is in your ass Fuck the Source mag
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[Verse 1] Chicago, flow and maneuver, shittin this mundges Splittin the blungeon, while y'all gettin fucked out of your publishing And splittin your budget, I'm from Where cats cook cocaine with propane set to a low flame Move work premeditated before the dope came No name, spit the whole brain, and hit the ass with no lue and no game Homie domain to where the most sickness flow rain While y'all niggaz claim yo fo-fo aim We don't just outline with the chalk here, we shade in the whole frame Ready, on your marks, plan to be fuck with me you better iron out the details and be heavy on your starch From day one, I've been clearly regarded As being the most lyrically severely retarted But then am I dearly departed I found them a lesson touch tracks Niggaz know, I got against the gran like wipin my ass from butt crack to nut sack When y'all said fuck the world, I had to commit acts of porn Hittin from the back with my dick stuck in a crack a dawn Since pediatrics I spit pitty graphics Shit on any rapper you give a shout to and sent your rap with a city jacket Top seeded in the midwestern conference, huh Spittin songs around you like a dyke turned around at a bitches breast circumference Blow me and swallow every man that was fortified Fall off, you can hang that up quicker than Jordan did forty-five I'm too mentally disturbed to spite I'm kickin motherfuckers under the muffler You won't even make it to the car tonight
[Chorus: x2] I rap where the corners is cold blooded *true* Drug traffic is so flooded *true* Your life's work is low budget And the sickest MC's flow rugged You can't relate? So fuck it
[Verse 2] In this world designed of linen and ice driven I accurately flip advise given and earn her Nice livin in turn, I'm too nice for your own good Would be nice if you had a fanbase of one single motherfucker from your own hood
Pity's no more, no more Mr. Nice Guy Never matter who the nicest, I'm nice and you ain't shit but a nice try And that's just being nice about it You need to have a nice one to say face like a presidential Roley with the ice up out it Careful who you fuckin and foolin with, 'fore I spit spitefully detruded I got a nice way of showin shit, I'm not nice, nut nice stick around in your drawers Thought of a mic feedback and get a nice round of applause Spit twice the flem, drop christ and gems for god teller DOn't hate, say thank you son, that was awfully nice of him I shine to precisely sung, spit off the violence And spill scripts that rare, the black ball point, nicely done Why you worry about makin nice impressions YOu should, I got all of you suspect ass niggaz so called nice in question Whether you got a nice ass or a thug grill with the ice glowin ya To put it nicely, fuck you and nice knowin ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] I rest my crown where straight dogs eat remains and link up brains Askin who'd start slayin at pick up games with triggers under hiccups aim A world where ansatomy rules, and we drop gems bout cockin back hammers And aim it at the family jewel So I love the hatred looks, and cook county man state to to crooks And bodies catchier than fuckin Naughty By Nature hooks And nigga sold his soul to any price, fuck with the penny nice Plenty nights I shot many dice with the Henny christ But Vakill, ain't he nice? I spit virus none of you cats fathom like spreading AIDS through turntable needles and scratch paddles Flows that seperated and detach atoms Crackin jokes at motherfuckers while they on their death bed like Patch Adams Is it the line between those thar rip the force flag Play in the middle like a thug nigga dressin in course drag I'm rakin dicks up like divorced fags The only place y'all gettin five mics is in your ass Fuck the Source mag
[Chorus]
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