7
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Verse 1:
To be frank those suits, suit you ballpark franks
A pack of ranked wolves, sewn in the tapestry
Of sleep's clothing, but not without the wool, outside their sleeves
Marking suitors as if it's backgammon, they won't get
The upper hand of my 21 blackjack, suit in hand, I'll check
'Em, dictator their asses, before they try to bluff me
They think this is chess, when I double backed their pieces
Aligheri, said this somewhere in the cantos of 8-teen
I'm sure I ain't buzzed from, a moonshine canteen
Call it a fool's babbling luck, like the 49-ers, gold plating
Words, that are not plated to my white teeth, rest assured
They don't have splints in them either, so don't be a Curious
George, my word is bond, I'm 100, no 5%-er, keeping it fo' sure
Flashing no grills, like a firebug showing their badge to the pub
The car I drive-in, has no glimmering rims or hydraulics
So there is no cause for ringing' an alarm, or showboating
Verse 2:
Anyways I bet they don't know I'm the 7th letter, not Rakim
The Alpha of the BET-aaaaaah! I'll bet cha
All, y'all by A.L.L.A.H., the code's still encrypting
Which means by now to you dumbfucks, I'm a mothafucking G
Not some Mafioso, skeezer, I'm a S&W (South-Western)
Hostile, Smith & Wessen, holster pistole toting, I'm so, So-Cali
Local sheriff, Dirty Deverone, the Red-Hot Serrano Chili Pepper
Capasicin seed, popping off don't mistake me for a jalapeno, or
Like a popper, I'll jack that cheese , get Black Pepper on 'em jeans And will be, all up in greens, like Allah been "O" (Sauron) watching
The bastard serpentine, in the garden of the Eve-ning
Though a thief with limbs, that'll smoke you as quickly
Quickdraw McGraw, with my mangy, mangling mutt fisticuffs
In my fruit-rolled up wad of Mary Jane's stink weeds
I am an old school, West Coast mercenary, a merchant
Of death itself, a wielding, sinner with a no mercy-airy
From the W to the C, you god damn varmints, racketeering
How can none y'all not see I'm a WC-emcee, hm...let's see
If you can see the C in me in what I see, for instance
Do you have vision that's doubling, off this WW, well do (U)?
Half, crescent moon, shaped sawn-off, I'm pointing at you
Like a cue stick, that's facing, the buccanator of your cheeks
Doesn't matter, because that by that time your conjunctiva aligns
I would've split, your watermelon in sections of 80 rinds
Dura matter, dust everywhere forever, the pink sands of time
Verse 3:
You all think this a motherfucking game?
If I somehow arouse, sexual sadistically
To the suspicion that you of cheesy, greedy geezers
Are playing me as a monkey, like Mario did to Donkey
I'll King Kong your hindquarters, rip one of your arms
Then beat you down with it, on your chest, like Quan Chi
Bitch niggas please, the real east is the Chinese, you Wu Tang Mofos slant the truth, with your fortune cookie rhyming, get that Takeout the fuck out of here, or you
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