*Scratches by DJ Amato*
Man, the po-po split, they heard Iâm on the solo tip
I jump the beat, work it like a pogo stick
Oh no, itâs Chords with a thorn in his side
âCrash your cipherâ turn it into âthe lord of the fliesâ
On tour âtil I die, I swear man Chords wouldnât lie
âTil the states stop celebratinâ the 4th of July
âTil the fat man eats the last order of fries
And the big fish stop swimming in corporate lies
âStick to the planâ hand over a list of demands
Give me 12 beats, a studio and 600 grams
âManâ and youâll be there to see the shit hit the fan
Spliff in his hand popped up like the mystery man
âDamnâ I jump up swing the toolie
âNunchucksâ straight out of a ninja movie
âFucked upâ didnât really mean to injure groupies
âTough luckâ I was aiming for Marimba Roney
*Scratches by DJ Amato*
Whatâs on the menu doc, whoâs next to get scarred?
I wild out like hard rocks with electric guitars
Fill the page up with decadent bar
Make rappers head for the stalls, checkinâ their drawls
And itâs quite amazing how I run through quick
Like 1, 2 #### youâre in a kung fu grip
M.O.N.S. drops the body rock
And if heâs fuckin with the beat, shit is probably hot
If you fuck around with me you should probably stop
âYou know my steezâ I break up ciphers with karate chops, man
So you better avoid the issue
I run through notepads like it was a toilet tissue
âDeploy the missilesâ show âem I mean business
Let my tongue start rollinâ like Gene Simmons
Fuck that, I throw a knuckle sandwich at âem
And call the paramedics while I puff the magic dragon
*Scratches by DJ Amato*
You can catch me in the back with a sticky
In a cloud of smoke man, I leave the smackinâ to Miki
âThatâs how it goesâ still roll through in a Yugo
Both you and your crew know whoâs numero uno
Who else, none other, C to the H O
So reach for the payroll and leave me the pesos
Itâs all a part of a master plan
You get a publisher, hit him for a cash advance
Then get kitted out like Dapper Dan
And blow it all in one week down in Amsterdam
Thereâs only two rules: shit, youâre rich âtil youâre broke
And anything that can be saved in the mix is a joke
I spit to provoke, leave competition stiff as the pope
Arrogance, ill flow, got a little of both
I just mix âem up with molten lava
Ghost Iâm gone I leave you with an open palm
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