Causin' Mass Hysteria [94'] (OGDonNinja)

Текст песни Soma - Causin' Mass Hysteria [94'] (OGDonNinja)

Causin’ Mass Hysteria Lyrics[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I be the catalyst, the master mix
The microphone masochist, I be blastin' kids when tall 40 asses kissed
I roll up the graph to splif, speak cuz my gab is lit
My pockets be on "E" because I pay too much cash for kicks
Some ask me why I walk the streets like I'm a monster beast
The kid comes off with ease but he's too good he never talks or speaks
Stand with the concrete, conjur up a beat
Concentratin' ponda grief smokin' up my ganja leaf
I'm on my mind with mill material, maybe make me a miracle
Mutilate microphones makin' massacres with metronomes
Now who's the next punk that's steppin', I be kickin' your ribs in like mel gibson and I don't even pack a lethal weapon
See I be goin' out like Jason when he hit the city
Slashin all these bitch ass rappers my gift of gab is gritty
I show no pity for these shitty committees, I punk the punks and make their eyes swell like a pregnant bitch's titties
Suckers don't be step, I see the sickless and I slaughtered 'em
Lockin' up motherfuckers and the same thing with they daughters, heh
Cause there's a way to be a sucker and a way to Be a snitch but you
You go both ways like a porno bitch
I'm pullin' cards sword fast pull my way to pullin styles
Pussy punani I'm probably pullin' thous and thous
Little lyrical lunatic, competition is soon to quit
Soon to get wounded, I'm brutal like what Stacey Koon did
There's no limit to my lyrical capacity, I paint a bloody tapestry
Take bitches out of chasity, she raps to me
Your girl gave me the ass, true she's no Robin Givens but she gives the best head of the class
I'm speakin' speakin' Spana, spooky sparky
Bitches find it that I spit on spectators like Charles Barkley
Your bitch wraps her legs around my waist like a hula hoop
Before you pull a pool of truth, you know my style is bulletproof..
[Verse 2]
Rappers are pitiful, miserable
My lyrics go through metaphysical rituals and cripple individuals
I make crazy residuals, givin' mystical visuals
My apparition's visions leave conditions most in critical
I'm like Pavlov's dogs I start to salivate when gettin' in my battle state
My saddle's like a rattlesnake
And that'll make ya feel the threat thats on my cassette
But why you sweatin' kid? Oh yeah that's right I make pussies wet
I love the bitches who would swear that I was blind'
Spend my life in jail cuz I'm feelin' titties like nipples with braille
But I ain't fuckin' no fat bitches, no fakin'
Just because I hit the head don't mean I feel like makin' bacon
Now, I get my inspiration for creation, rhymes are plenty when he racin' 40 ounces
Sippin' empty 20-20's spark it up the buddha smoke will have me squintin'
I'm leavin' mics sore like assholes in San Quentin
Now who's the next to try, identify the best of guys
I kill them off like pesticides and terrorize who testifies
They sheddin' tears for fears if they got biz up in my area
Even set out America, causin' mass hysteria..1