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The Explosion - Absurd lyrics
Yeah, I'm a put em in the back
 Put em in a Glad wrap trash when they rap
 Garbage ass flow and it's rhythm that they lack
 Yeah I talk a lot of s*** but I get a lot of scratch
 Tryna get a ticket to be playin with the pros
 Spit it with precision kickin knowledge to my foes
 And my fans too, stay alert, always on my toes
 Got ya girl number and she always call me when she lonely
 Why she lonely? What you doin wrong?
 Hummin to my songs while she rubbin on my knob
 So graphic, Tactics stayin on my job
 While you slippin off track like you runnin on a log
 Catch me goin on a jog, thinkin of new s***
 Got a new age flow and I'm flu like sick
 Call it cliche, I don't really give a f***
 Like I'm celibate, also cliche but so what?
 You ain't doin this, later hater why you tryna ruin this
 So stupid, nothin good full of foolishness
 Tellin em to cool it, please leave it alone
 Hopin all of y'all hear me like we on a speakerphone
 I could go all day I could go all night
 And me no play I'm the bout to ball type
 Alright do ya get it now? If not I gotta sit ya down
 Spit it in ya ear til it's clear what ya facin now
 Redirect ya hater vapors we don't need em here
 Somethin like the boogieman feedin on ya fears
 Disappear, re-appear but stayin on ya conscious
 Like Magic, Pucker Up then get up off us
 Lil wimp, you should take a hint
 Always sayin that ya next but nobody'll play ya s***
 I'm a top draft pick, a step above most
 From that 360 steady reppin for the coast
 I am pro fresh, professional as an emcee
 No less than the best when you get me
 All up on a track, get the beat a body bag
 I'm sure it's gonna need it by the time I finish with my rap
 No Limits like we Master P
 I got a coffin for the comp if they clash with me
 This is lyrical murda and that is my word
 Got a big mouth speakin words so absurd
 No fatality, ain't no way to finish me
 Swag through the roof and my style on infinite
 Slow to catch on but you'll be gettin it eventually
 Love to the friends of me and hate to all my enemies
 Let em know, we bout to kick the doors in
 Pedal to the medal on my life we gon floor them
 Pay em no mind, no shine we ignore them
 Tantalizin flow, more fans I'm a lure in
 Purely, sincerely, you ain't even near me
 Ya crew full of bitches like a cheer team, hear me
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 Bout to up ya rush when I pass the mic to Hush
 Picture me rollin with no 500 Benz
 By myself too I don't see the need to be friends
 They had me under surveillance and all the homies was tellin
 I put in work, short time but them n*** was jealous
 I do me, only me if it's a problem then scream
 Shootin Stars all day man I ride for the team
 Got a click for the clack cuz my feelins is mean
 Got a Tic for ya Tac if you feel what I mean?
 Yeah far from a thug but I'm miles from frail
 F*** a Lamborghini door, I open up sails
 20 in my pocket, 50, 000 for the bail
 Drop a hammer on the head to the coffin go the nail
 Parasail, in the sky lookin very pale
 I pray too hard to get ya lil ass up outta jail
 Now you floatin and it sound like a whale
 Money come and go but you weigh it by the scales
 Bright lights flashin they flashin on ya tail
 Check comin late but the bills are in the mail
 They don't wanna see you rich they just wanna see you fail
 Even fam only lookin out for themselves
 Record labels sell you dreams then throw you on a shelf
 2012 got a n*** workin like a elf
 Yeah, I got these presents for myself
 Time ain't of the essence cuz I'm aging very well
 I tell it on a song, you just hear it and you tell
 But I'm lovin the attention how my name ring bells
 Shells, yeah I don't bang clips
 Bang bang, I just rain clips
 And I don't got Milton on my wrist
 I don't ball hard and I don't got whips
 And I don't back down but I do talk s***
 Man I'm grown man sailin over Stephanie's Abyss
 My homegirl drown baby know that you'll be missed
 Yeah divin in the ghetto cuz this s*** is useless
 You thinkin bout the past got me ruthless
 I chew the beat til a n*** all toothless
 Earthquake, how a n*** just move s***
 Real goon too n*** I don't gotta prove s***
 I struggle hard while you n***z barely do s***
 Charlie St Cloud, Sailboat Music
 B***
 Wolf Magic
 Yeah, Shootin Stars
 Tactics
 HushHush
 Quiet Money
 Get em











