9.No Airplay
Ya just wanna go straight to dat？ Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin？ Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part too？
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid
soup
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
run
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
And don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage
To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin？
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
What？ You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut
Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
knowI'msayin？
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin？
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother
Farmers
right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
youknowI'msayin？
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