Black Spasmodic (Explicit)

Written by：Kamaal Fareed

Yo y'all ready

Yo Phife you ready

Cons you got that part right A'ight

I don't know but it don't matter who choose to set it off

ATCQ no doubt my niggas is boss

Little half-a** rappers y'all pissin' me off

Time to dead 'em all off yo no matter the cost

Black they don't make thugs of this caliber

Spasmodic who kept up the buzz the whole calendar

Black used to sell *** out the challenger

Spasmodic used to keep guns with the silencers

Black they don't make thugs of this caliber

Spasmodic who kept up a buzz the whole calendar

Black used to sell *** out the challenger

Spasmodic now look what he does to any challenger

Now who want it with the Trini gladiator

Mid finger to you haters you biters not innovators

I take zero for granted I honors my gift

Champion pen game plus I'm freestyle equipped

You clowns be bum sauce speak my name it's curtains

Hamdulillāh my crew's back to workin'

Trash rap the dead p**sy kill the chirping

No more f**k boys sit down sh*t can only get worse

And how do you touch mic with flows uncertain

Speak game dry boy that flow ain't workin'

Folks throwin' items them vex and cursin'

F**k made me wanna see these niggas in person

Third song in motherf**kers dispersin'

Only to realize Donald Juice in the buildin'

Big tune this for man woman and children

Back on my b******t Busta Bus' then we kill them

Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar

Black used to sell *** out the challenger

Spasmodic used to keep guns with the silencers

My ni**a spirit be talkin' to me let me explain

Not through evil mediums tarot cards and Ouija games

But through mixing chords and boards

And even drum machines he be sayin'

Ni**a f**k awards keep reppin' Queens

And don't be taking slack from these non-rapping niggas man

That intellectual sh*t you spit you better change your plan

Especially when you see 'em at the lobby of a label

And they don't seem able to outstretch they hands

And admit they fans

You better flame 'em in the J's that they standing in

Ostracize they memory for not remembering

The articles reduce their body parts to particles

And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules

I'm leaving but ni**a you still got the work to do

I expect the best from you I'm watching from my heaven view

Don't disappoint me make sure that they anoint me

As the blue ribbon pedigree the best of show five-foot-three

Speak of the legacy for short people around the world

Napoleonic bionic people who cause the world to twirl

Rip every stage with grace look right dead in they face

Live the Tribe principle of havin' impeccable taste

Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left

If you don't believe me Tip there's truly life after death

So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers

And please check in on my mother

Malik Izaak call me shorty

Black they don't make thugs of this caliber

Spasmodic who kept up the buzz the whole calendar

Black used to sell *** out the challenger

Spasmodic used to keep guns with the silencers

Black spasmodic