Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 5. Pure Devotion |

amazin and nice, great on the mic, not hardly matched

pick uh da litter, shit on you bigga, than an army strapped

wit ARs and grenades, play hard in the lane, like guardin Shaq

tourin wit brats, scorin a plaque, flows all in tact

i'm absorbed in snatched, but more than that, you'll get cha body hit

handily whipped, i'm landin more kicks, than a karate flick

claimin you hard, but bang em too hard, and he'll probably bitch

like a female dog, and he sell raw, but he's hardly rich

i'm partly pissed, got heart wit clips, all armed wit emotion

my nouns you can figure, is drownin you niggas, like i'm carvin an ocean

trust all of my math, bust off in a glass, like a farmer wit lotion

reproductive cells, construced well, and all are precocious

mobbin ferocious, chargin wit locust, u get ripped and bruised

hit wit some shards, split in the dark, like i tripped a fuse

get it i'm wildin, take ya liquids from solids, like a centrifuge

dickin ya broad, lickin ya mom, like ravishin rick i'm rude

sicknin it's true, spittin a few, perfect peaceful pieces

my speech is sweetness, not feats of weakness, but a lethal thesis

aim at cha mug, drainin ya blood, like i creep wit leeches

hollow you rookies, or swallow you pussies, like i'm eatin peaches

i think the streetest, but beat the keenest, wit a sharpened thought

you get tossed in chalked, wit out ca thought, if the mossberg spark

gifted wit talent, sit in a palace, life's an artful park

wit nothin to fear, more tough than you queers, more bite than bark

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Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records