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The Session

The Session

(الألبوم: All Things Set Aside - 2006)

[Vigor Lynx:]
(We gonna do it like this)

The supreme human being
Smoking a shitload of trees
Focused on intervening
Put a little bit of rock on the block
And watch everybody get high from it

There's no contest of the flow
More complex than my ebonics
You can't get wit' it
I'm not sick witted, I'm sick wit' it

It's like a crime they committed,
But just like O.J.,
I'mma get acquitted
Sitting on a fistful of dope
Hid it all by the city
I'mma star like that thing that was hanging off of Janet's titty
(Nigga)

Brutal as Brutus and Caesar,
Giving speakers seizures
There's no time for shit,
Let alone leisure

Busting boat rocking, show stopping,
Heart dropping, chart topping, script out

Shows that make paraplegics flip out
Niggas, they be busting with their clip out
Sellin Wolf tickets,
But when the shit kicks off
They hopping over pickets

Adding the Veil of Maya to my mind frame
Now I'mma let Getatem get at 'em and do the damn thing

(This is nothin')

[Getatem:]
I've got the pesos, the G,
And the francs, and the dinaro

With triple triple zeros in my safe
Hannah Montaro
You think the skills pay the bills, huh?
Only if you say so, fool

Then why you riding a Winobago
Money stacked like Legos?
'Cause I'm an incredible
Intelligent individual

Rhyming is my ritual
I'm 100% spiritual
In this spirit

I hear it coming from your heart
From my dawgs
In the dark
Light it up, it's time to spark

On the dutch master
While we at the superbowl
Entertainment for your mind, body, and soul
It's mind control

You can find me at the gas station
Buying hundred gallons of gas
Hundred gallons of gin
To cloud my mind when I sin

Climb the top rope
Three shots to the crown
Now he's dead
[Note: the previous 3 lines is a reference to Dimebag Darrell being killed with 3 shots to the head]

I'm still undisputed
'Cause I eluded every shell
Buckshots sailing record time
Making yo' head swell
Oh well
[Note: Dimebag Darrell's shooter was taken out with buckshot to the head]

Bitches trying to fuck with my mail
And now you tossing salads in the penitentiary cell
You fake MCs see my face
And yo' ass get pale

I wait 'til the last second
And drive a rusty nail
Through your arm (arm), leg (leg), and head
And make you burn in hell

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