[Hook x 2] We be the most high/ Most fly/ Most try/ Most die/ Why do cats think they can test?/ I don’t know why/ The plague mutha fucka so its curtains for you/ bringing nothing but a certified hurting to you/
[Blitz] Ay yo hold up! (Blitz!) / My cold flow’s killing you hoes/ In your extremities, fingers and toes/ No remedies for the illest mc’s, energy grows/ Fuck shows, rock penitentiary blocks and rows/ Don’t give a fuck about you chickens and crows/ I’m itching to throw, a chair into the air, hit you dead in the nose/ Bleed in your glass, getting red in the ‘mo,/ I said it be fo’/ you don’t even know/ These muthafukas ready to blow…
[GMS] You don’t call shots/ When trouble comes you call cops/ I wish you’d all stop, fondling our balls and cocks/ Its scorching hot, your ass is facing hydra bout to bash your face in/ Told you it’s the plague muthafuckas, aint no vaccination/ Aint no cats replacing these cats it fascinating/ Captivating more than half the nation with the tracks were making/ The industry is faking, told us just to hand our tape in/ Had our asses waiting mad long now we crash our way in…..
[Kameel-yen] I’m the epitome of fire spitting chick/ Glamour and glitz/ handle my shit/ Cameras click when I dismantle your click/ The most beautifulist thing when I stand on my whip/ Brandish lyrics that I chant with one hand on my hip/ Land in my pit and that’s it, you aint gon never climb out/ Kids don’t want it with kameel-yen put you on time-out/ Talk shit if you want don’t let me ever find out/ I shine like I’m at club New York with the nine out…...
[PackFM] Your worst nightmares right here, don’t sleep, were gonna find you/ Blow your brains out, put em back in, just to remind you/ Standing clear is a wise move, go ask Confucius/ Try to battle and my tribe will make your breathing stop like Q-tip/ Saying we aint ruthless? What you talking about?/ Life’s a bitch, and were all fucking yours in the mouth/ Your dry causing a drought, my rhymes cause catastrophe/ I’m calling you out trying to gas me with your voice all raspy when…
[Mecca] You sassy/ Trying to match heat, with my crash fleet/ We smash beef, burn your fams tree to the last leaf/ Last chief who camp to scalp? Buck-fifty face lift/ Smacked tasteless, gorilla stomped, so you hate this/ Its great risk, trying to step to nine lives who slay quick/ With plague shit/ quick to make careers sound make shift/ Break wrist, you can’t grip a mic of such greatness/ You stay pissed, don’t cry here, clear the way bitch!
[Pumpkinhead] It’s that dynamic gigantic, savage that manage/ To bandage the industry with classic raps and ad-libs/ Your an average fagot who just came out the cabinet/ Claustrophobic panic/ Manic depressant medicine addict/ Who needs better mechanics, instead of theatrics/ I’ll crack you ceramic fabric/ (Who are you?) I’m well known just got a celly phone/ Pumpkinhead spit sick shit to make your belly moan…..
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[Hook x 2] We be the most high/ Most fly/ Most try/ Most die/ Why do cats think they can test? / I don’t know why/ The plague mutha fucka so its curtains for you/ bringing nothing but a certified hurting to you/
[Substantial] An abundant amount of substance/ So so you don’t fuck with dumb shit/ their hundreds of fam and cousins that I run with gotta love it/ cuz i’m true to them, thoughts leave the mind start exiting/ (huh huh huh) know there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for them/ my rhymes are far from common, i’m a sun god older wisdom/ and my peeps revolve around me so the plagues a solar system/ chocking victims with no convictions can hold my fam back/ the plague and I are spreading so just call me stanthrax.
[Tonedeff] And that’s the reason I figured I’d make an appearance/ I’m here to severely sear your hearing, so many curves it interferes with your steering/ Clearing the way for the viral decay, and I’m shearing away at the sneer on your face At a furious pace/ If you jeer in dismay, you’ll be tearing in pain till you’re fearing the Plague/ And revering our place in history Setup for destiny this’ll be our seminal ‘symphony’/ Given to me – the mic’ll be a symbol of victory, and that’s Whenever the T-o-n-e hits the beat Simply put: We’re sticking the hook into your foot – So when your crew steps, the flu sets/ And you get tainted/ It’s plain as day, The strain is The Plague, bitch!
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