MKD Podcast on Nostr: It's the motherfuckin' Supremes, but not the African queens It's like, having a dream ...
It's the motherfuckin' Supremes, but not the African queens
It's like, having a dream in red, black & green
The god is no trick, my magic is seen...
You got devils, but then you got immaculate beings.
The rap kings, y'all can't rap, what the fuck's that?
Motherfuckers sound gay like love shack
Bitches I fuck, give me head and lick the nut sack
And I don't give a fuck,
You against me, giant vs pygmy
Make you slaves like Fonzworth Bentley
You fucking fags, I rhyme like I'm in another class
You sound strange, like questions undercovers ask
You just a joke, you nowhere near close
You seem real weird like queer folks
You got rings in the wrong earlobes
Hope God shows mercy on your mere soul
One mention of Allah and the tears roll
Fear grows and the sphere slows
One rhyme from divine, and the mind snaps
Sky cracks, there's a time lapse
A black god, runaway slave with back scars
Devil won't let me in the cave, I'm blackballed
You ain't fuckin' with the scientist, at all
For every five divine, there's 95 slackjaws
I fuck dimes, but I fucked a couple wack jawns
Pussy something that I just act on
I can't help it, it's magnetic attraction
I can't melt in the sun, unless it's past dawn
I'm the last spawn, the fucking end all.
A Marine tiltin' the machine like pinball
I fiend for the green like a menthol
We earn our stripes, turn out dikes
Smoke out just like rubber when it burn off bikes
The anomaly, you need to turn off mics
More ideology than you could learn off Christ
Set ya motherfuckin' mind, it's the best you'll find.
It's like lightning, striking, consecutive times.
Allah gave me extra shine, extra divine
The finest flesh mankind's ever designed
You ugly motherfuckers got a reason to be leaving now
It's open season on the heathens in the region now
We forever foes, beef will never close
Til you laying in a pose in your dress clothes
#rhymestr
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