Eatin foul humans
back in the days when it was only me and a stereo/
alot of mc's went amazed by the weight of my ford mondeo/
tho now that ive gained a mic, people go crazy right on sight/
they feel entertained when they see how I write my rhymes/
and sometimes I get like fourteen teens in my backseat/
and discretly I fuck em so they repeatly go "ah, oh, ah"/
ive become so dangerous so the supermarket-clerk go "uh, uh, uh"/
even the anonymous on the street give me to much walkspace/
there aint nobody that can compete or find a replacement for me/
I wrote these lines to remind everybody that im the top of the debris/
one or more mc's ill brake em down like eatin cornflakes in the mornin/
crush crush, yummy that was good, eatin some foul altiloquence minds/
to avoid bad consequences everybody can give away their diamonds/
its about the way you live, the way you talk, the way you act/
live by the law, talk like a fine person and act after a contract/
ya'll soon wake up with a curse on and slowly die of a stone impact/
We came from a distant land, our lives allready planned. We came in ships from across the sea, never again home we would see. And now we become american fruit, with african roots.
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