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Correct Provoke Me (Feat. Reks) Lyrics
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Correct Provoke Me (Feat. Reks)
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F/ reks * Send corrections to the typist [Reks] How can I start ill, live from where my people, virt you caught hell Nasty as the poet Nas on the track with Akinyele The blue blocka rocka twin of are. Kell, nigga blab and talk well Think it's a shame to see hip hop sell Absolute, like shots of vodka, watch my thoughts spill all across the art Till ya heart's still Lifted like I spark L's But I'm sober to the weed aroma, catch a dark spell Black out, when I write into a coma Hold the profile, sorta like Jesus when I zone out are-E-K-S, the greatest rapper no one knows bout Most authentic lieutenant, pushin you to limit If I pissed you off, good that's exactly what I intended The pterodactyl thrash you in half like cashews reka reign be in the book of Matthews Body slam collapse you, shift the third rock off of it's axle Naturally, I'm a natural when I attack you Blessed like ah-coos, perhaps you Might find another deadly brother?? The Reks on the mic But that's like, not realistic, my fault I'm egotistic If you heard somebody spittin this shit Sorry I missed it [Virtuoso] You wanna know Virtuoso, boy listen and learn My vocal motor go to overdrive, the pistons'll burn My mission is firm, so sick, fuck a chick, I'm tongue-kissin a germ I cut ya clique as y'all was slippery worms You'll drown in my rain, no blood I was born with sound in my veins and a pound on my brains So I can't help but be dope My talent is my twin as? We wrote? My free flow is now a kilo I breathed in oxygen like the top of a ski slope To match my breath control, you'll need a scuba tank and 3 throats I speak real life, you steal heist in your thoughts While I'm busy workin towards a fly wife and a yacht And when I'm rich, then bitch I buy my ice in the spot And I'll have skills and integrity, that's twice what you got Son I'm naturally stylish, and when these lies, who talking violence They look into my iris, they walk away in silence Because they fear the realness I kick words that make you feel shit We should heal riffs in our family structure That has the man in me sufferin Spit imagery so vivid that son, ya camera be shutterin [Scratched chorus] [Virt] Forever we, keep the flow goin like the seven seas Heavenly, you need divine assistance to better me Everyone talking bout they hard, how they have a better squeeze And all they cheddar, please, that's negative, y'all need a better steeze [Reks] Reka's teaks be on it at auctions, arsonist thoughts To scorchin your play list, virtin my portion If I embossed in priceless Nicer then the Jordans, Waynes, and Jerry Rices Steady precise with the mic devices [Virt] Life is peace and violence, balance The yin and the yang, the king and the crane Put the needle to the record, feel the sting in ya brain We bringin the pain to every inch of ya frame Ringin ya chain, we gonna injure ya name [Reks] Simple and plain, drop the livin science Deadly alliance, handin out assignments Skills went and won an audio appliance Closest of pen play, lyrical ken tai Who care what them say are to the Eh, epitome of em-say! [Virt] When we, step in the spot, reppin our blocks With lyrical weapons that's hot, blazin Lettin off shots, wet em like drops of 2 hydrogen, 1 oxygen We chase to the mouth of a lion's den and we lock em in [Reks] Knock the chin, break the glass jaw Surpass y'all, we past raw Cats getting familiar with asphalt [Virt] I didn't ask y'all for your opinion, you out ya dominion My spittin control and steer the game like? Racket mittens? Haha [Reks] Half of y'all been in the game getting boxed out Synonym for R's house is Earth, Yo virt, knock that ass out [Virt] I rock em in they mouth with my granite hand, it gets no harder We can either trade and barter or you can get made a martyr [Reks] Author with my mind of Aristotle, getting drunken, actin drunk's my motto See ya tomorrow through the forty bottle [Virt] Throttle and choke ya whole squad like a engine [Reks] Spittin like Pippen that blaze written, inflictin torture [Virt] I scorch ya frame like a butane flame [Reks] Off the real train, posse insane, clownin you lames [Virt] You're surrounded in shame, clouds of despair For testing the most powerful pair Competition and cowards in fear [Reks] Too proud to be mere locals, vocals across the third stone Spit my first verse around the time the sun first shone [Both] We birth stones, Virtuoso, and Reks Diminisher Seal it with signature, on ya gravestone The Finisher
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