Mi Say So

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These ILL niggas
Are ready to ride
Ready to die
Thugs who love to get high
B.I.S.H.O.P. di master of lyrical genocide
Let the bullets fly
And don't ask why
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Just point at the snake
And pull it
With hollow points straight into the dome
Like niggas in Rome
You'll be slaughtered in the lions' den
And I'm the King
Who anoints the herd
Have you word
Seen
So much blood
Even my eyes turn Red
From battles in the killing field
So real
Crabs gotta look for another barrel
But it's not my prerogative
It's the way thus niggas live
Just don't give a fuck
And not afraid to buck
So what nigga what
You can get tossed up
Quicker than a slut bitch gets fucked
I-Man input the dressing
It's this ya mic ya
In a salad
Like Cesar
Still singing Rap ballads
Avoid hazards

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With my gun
I spray cock lock and load
I explode
Like a grenade
With live ammunition
Thug nigga
Stay immortal like Wesley in Blade
Make niggas wade
In the water
As I slaughter
Their blood runneth over through the stream
I get mean
When I kick the rhymes
That I intertwine
Like a DNA strand
I step off the necks of the soft (
SFX: man in agonizing pain groaning)
After I say
Hot damn right
I spread my wings
And fly off into the night
Like Batman
Goes beyond those tales of stage fright
Fast
And leave a cap in your ass
Bigger than a creator
To match the gold fronts
B.I.S.H.O.P. gets greater
With all each lyrical killing
Plus
I'm a higher billing
Than a lawyer
Send those silicone niggas
Down the Mississippi with Tom Sawyer
As I help
Pipi get her long stockings on
As I ring heads
Like a bunch of phones on
A phone-a-thon

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Mi say so
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Ee-Hee!

I grab the heads
Of the pathetic
And the weak in the hall
And bash them in the wall
Repeatedly
Like a bank teller goes transaction after transaction
Cause it's payday
Kamikaze niggas
Spy-riling like downwards battles
It's Mayday
And they about to die low
But this shit is talking 'bout
You assed out without a doubt
Butt-naked in the rain with clout
The wicked ass shit
The clout gonna give you children paralysis
This microphone control
Is so heavy
I couldn't give weight lift
It with calluses
For trying to pick it up
They better not
Cause they gonna get stumped
Like Trump
Broke niggas always ask for cash
I laugh
And tell ém
Stick your middle finger up your ass
Then blow it out
From the Dash
That spot with Stacey
Spell it
With the Pell Grant
And even Voc-Rehab
Can't get you back in the streets
I will have you
Blowed up
Like shellfish nigga
Did that motherfucking nigga
In the Klumps
Lined up around the block
Trying to get some premium stock
But I got what they got
And I'm take what you got
Same way Len G
And all them niggas
Tried to play me
When I was trying
To profit with the word
Coming in like '98
You gonna stack it up
So we gon' have a plate
And I'm stack it up
So now
We now who makes this realness
Full as a clip
Back to the Continent of Africa
Where I came off a slave ship
Nigga!

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Mi say so
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Mi say so
Ee-Hee!
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Mi say so
Ee-Hee!

I move through the ground
With an uplifting sound
Like an earthquake
I get down and shake
The dirt where it hurts
Never feel the pain
Cause you gotta be deceased to feel that shit
Snatched up
And killed by The Beast
At least
Your folks won't find you
As a corpse
That you still live with them now
I leave them pussy niggas in the freezing cold
SFX: DJ Clue bomb
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