Contra Mantra

[00:02.48] Uh, yeah, okay, AOTP, E.S, Celph Titled,
[00:12.05] Whaddup? Uh,
[00:12.92] I solomly swear, this is my testimony,
[00:15.81] I'ma keep it one hundred while the rest are phoney,
[00:18.52] I'm wildin' out like suicide is my mission,
[00:21.29] I ain't tryin' ta be crucified by the system,
[00:23.77] You should take heed, I advise you to listen,
[00:26.45] Watch me break knees, I'm surprisin' my victims,
[00:28.84] The question remains who am I when I'm spittin'?,
[00:31.51] It's me the emcee, I ain't no new edition,
[00:33.85] My mind's a coliseum, I spit diamonds that glisten,
[00:37.00] The beat is my journal where these lines will get written,
[00:39.48] Been through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden,
[00:42.36] So back the fuck up when I'm removin' my fitted,
[00:44.78] You could never walk in these shoes you don't fit in,
[00:47.74] Y'all all say ya hot but that is just your opinion,
[00:50.28] Y'all can all die in the spot that you sit in,
[00:52.92] AOTP, the underground has risen
[00:55.45] All we do is pray, till the game come back,
[00:57.96] That's why we sittin' here building, spittin' flame on tracks,
[01:00.71] So what you say, don't matter at all,
[01:04.05] So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call x2
[01:16.95] It's such a pity, ain't nothing pretty,
[01:19.04] Lyrics bury cats under 150 tons of scum in the city,
[01:22.08] You say you poppin' bottles and stunnin' like Diddy?,
[01:24.54] But your pockets be flatter than a models stomach an' tittys,
[01:27.19] While you frontin' like you rugged an gritty, why I spit it so hot,
[01:29.22] Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie an Pac,
[01:32.64] I'm from that late 90's era where the Polo wasn't jig enough,
[01:36.08] A Gucci and Louie and Prada shit wasn't big enough,
[01:38.25] I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo,
[01:40.73] Y'all bring up the rear like a JLo convo,
[01:43.43] No they don't want no beef, they all want their teeth,
[01:46.68] I may go Bronco, so lay low pronto, chief,
[01:49.25] Four albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career,
[01:52.05] They all bang battle, I do more than end your whole career,
[01:54.57] So severe, beat you with a foldin' chair, listen,
[01:56.92] AOTP's what the games missin'
[02:20.91] Yo, Yeah
[02:23.21] Paper money, know I wanna see that iron bucked,
[02:24.44] They be robbin' hoods, so I keep that fryer tucked,
[02:26.66] Try to have these props taken from me?
[02:29.12] You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly,
[02:31.42] Dumpin' student bodys infront of the student body, air em out,
[02:34.03] Beacon on my radar tellin' me where's ya whereabouts? (where?),
[02:36.31] Magazine drums, have ya head bobbin',
[02:38.77] Dead body nonstop noddin' downhill in a toboggan,
[02:39.93] Shoot the Uz through ya house in Honolulu (Ooh wow),
[02:43.83] I'll throw a pineapple grenade at ya, (Luau),
[02:47.63] Am I concieted? Oh yeah best believe it,
[02:50.58] Rap supervisor, pop up on lawns with fire arms,
[02:53.05] True surpriser, you'll be rockin an upside-down visor,
[02:54.89] And it won't be a whack fashion trend neither,
[02:57.64] More like Suge Knight-Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangalin',
[03:01.69] My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkary famous
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