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Funkmaster Flex - Fine Line lyrics
(Redman) Ayo, this is PPP right here and we don't give a fuck what y'all doin' in this rap game, Matter of fact, (sniff) I smell... PUSSY!!! Yo Sauk, let it bang... (Saukrates) As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine To all those congested, my job raw never clean A toast to the uncontested, murderer I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid Time is money well invested, burning your press kit Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards Never protested, the living proof manifested Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner Future darker than black permanent black... marker I part you from existence on solid ground Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I frown Is we hell or is we heaven bound? I bomb the target without a sound Ain't nobody left around to hear it Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when specific Cheddar look better when explicit Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun 'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue I'm young plus I'm well hung Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime Peep my shines |
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