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Black Bomb A Mad Men

Behind the door what can you hear ? _ sorrows Who do you think they belong _ to a woman Why does she stop breathing now? _she's dying why can't your hands

a bomb on a crew named "move" Years ago, here’s a hoe That’s ready to stop me, they think I’m khadafi Rolling in a six-tre jalopy They want to give me

I ain't askin' for world peace I want Range Rovers in three different colors Genie gimme the damn keys Dead wrong like a dead sticker on a bong bombs

(Prevail) Fate plays a swan's song sweet staccato, deep sterling silver bullet, leather bomb or a prada No fabric can protect you from the magic I let

Preparation your sweatin, I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A redesign

to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fu With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose ?Talk about huh? that

a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin', network bezerk, mad

' mics with a cast Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker

fun Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome