Stone Cold Soul

DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz

Assassins Ayo, check coming live from Gotham City Screaming "Bruce Wayne You can eat a dick" it's hell We bag and sell that Poison Ivy Just to see the chips It's chaos like Muggs and Marci  large pistol underneath the car seat Getting caught is costly but we Risk the odds, oddly Your favorite rapper can fuck with me hardly Niggas know I been going hard but as Of now my style's beyond godly The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey My P in C is the illegally Issued heat from out the army I been a don since niggas Called purple weed 'Barney' You know low - the fashion Rome the stone cold soul assassin (Soul assassins) Cut the grass to view the cobra passing Kill his ass with no compassion The boldest action I control the globe and hold the laugh in Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions You can't decode the flow, I Came to overdose this, the spider package Jury party I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with Prescribe the homicide Now I'm coming to clap shit Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards All you saw was the flash The black mask and the soul assassin You know the vibe Raise ya middle finger high Fuck NYPD, jail time, court and citations They open wide, you see they eyes dilating By now it's no surprise for you to know I run the show like Live Nation Fly flagrant, across your eye with sly razors Murder statements on my notebook pages Pay over praises, all you niggas pray Kiss the J's of the savior Foul style behavior, display a wavier flavor Don't give a fuck who you favor My shit play from Norway to Santa Fe Butter baby like Land O'Lakes We still scammin' greats but know The steelo done upgraded some I'm on an amazing run making Customers take a bump Hustler by nature 'til my days is done Fuck throwing niggas off of the roof now I'd rather make 'em jump Like Chris Kelly deli My shit blazin' like Jamaican skunk Now cipher if the plate got bacon, son It's a dub for chasin' crumbs I need the pay to come in lump sums Muggs dropped a bag on your head You won't see where it come from Prescribe the homicide Now I'm coming to clap shit Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards All you saw was the flash The black mask and the soul assassin

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