Thuggery by:Tilla Sonrise

Thuggery
By:Tilla Sonrise 
I'll be that trigga that you hating on
That means Im On your mind
You say you want a piece of me
Zigga don't waste your time
For me it won't be no battle
Just a wasted Rhyme
Bust you like a cop called Hiroshima 
The Way my minds inclined
I love when haters gather
Waste em all at the same time
Get your weight up before you decide to chime
I'll rip your brain from your skull
And let you hear your Hollow mind
Kid clap you columbine 
See you looking at wide rule
Trying to decipher my lines
See the birds up
Ninja get your words up
Watch your mouth
I'm everywhere 
You ll never know where I'll turn up
Light the gas
Spit the flames
Watch my haters burn up 
I let em lease a bar
Like Bugatti  cars
Catch up my brotha
It can't be that hard 
I'm Eons ahead of em
I'm talkin Ether far
I battle 
no scars
Leave em Corona sick like SARS
Invading your YARS
Dominoes
Get your kids out the yards
Don't be a casualty
Simply bag up your body
Always been me myself and I
We never needed nobody
Call shots like my name was John Gotti
Never beef over a shawty
Known Way to many hotties
It will be because of disrespect
That I snatch up your body
Chalk line your thoughts
Make you wish for heaven
Snake eyes young brotha 
Here comes 7
There's 11
Make you crap out  im a Lyrical trap house
I'm the man
And they the mice
Hemingway Watch me trap mouse 
Tom looking for Jerry
I be vietnam
I ain't mad at all
My lyrics betray my calm
I'll destroy you with Revelations 
Then bless you with psalms
Whats the reasons
Cats be heathens
Can't get no clue
Get out your feelings
You not important enough
For me to be talkin to you
You want beef
Try Wendy's
She'll serve you up better
Forget a bullet
Forget a bomb
Ask Lena
I stormy the weather
Let u sing sing
Atleast then you can stand behind bars
Snitch go play in traffic
Refrigerator Bus between cars
I was born in rare form
And this is the truth
Cats be wack as luck
Don't belong in the booth
This is a business not for borrow beat stitches
Lookin for fame
Begging for riches
Stuck in the Matrix
Tilla Sonrise 
Be the glitches 
No time for digging ditches
Haters wack Emcees
Gun line boss
Line em up wit Snitches
Pitching 4 Seam curve balls
Swing to misses
Doc they need stitches
Women out Here actin like men
Men actin like the Misses
Bout to French fist kisses
Best you leave
Don't 
Grieve
Cause if we go to war
You will be besieged....

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