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Bandits
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bandits
handing out bullets and bandages
advancing onto advantages
and making some 3-layer sandwiches
swag sandwiches X2
huh surrender
its all gona end here
we’ll annihilate you
deface and break you
yo face the teeth of the nightly beast
succor mcs ceased when we made them the feast
raw power of the claw b
the piercing eyes
and the slang of the fang
and the fierce disguise
the beats unbeatable
the bass is laudable
speach; undefeatable
crank it till it’s audible
from outer space
we’re utterly unstoppable
and in your face
no shots all chase
for a chage of pace
i dont wana get shitfaced
i wana be great
bandits
handing out bullets and bandages
advancing onto advantages
and making some 3-layer sandwiches
swag sandwiches X2
we arm the villagers got plans like dillinger
filling your hands with gats no we pillagers
take back what belongs to oldschool beats
these cold tools they bite tracks with gold teeth
playing games like hasbro mad bros
in it for the love some are in it for the cash flow
mad slow making mad scemes dream to cop mad dough
bad though gotta do it for the noise and the sampo
cant stack papers till you fill them with poetry
you know its me prime p repping oversees
by the night beats u know who spit dope bars?
the ones in sofa cars flowing where the poets are
seeking for a meaning while im cleaning up the deceiving crewsopl
and leaving booze empty like MC shoes
i could fill em im a size 12
and i don't see a point to just spiting to myself
you've seen underbelly ever wonder what the hell he
us hut to vinyl cut up fool went to dj school for the golden rules
keep the beats fresh never mess with success progress smoke cess and live to impress i guess
homie on the beats underbelly slaping it
while the feet tapping and the prime8 rapping it
you gota know that my past is checkered
and i brought a DJ gona scratch the record
Im Prime 8 changing the climate
with my rhymes mate its about fucking time great
and the fate of the haters no greater then the great crusaders
we blew craters in their faces with faders
screwy and unruly for those cuties with booties
watching movies getting groovy making tutti frutti smoothies
im newbee to moves, see, schooling
but i got it on lock like monarch im ruling
Prime 8 is primitive rhymes never limited
time assimilated pride of a skinny kid
If i use every word I go Dr. Suess
very absurd like my boy hoosefoose
Im dennis the menace Im Splended like venice
im vended like penicillin pharmaceuticals be killing
Im a life lesson learned a a nice guess of worth
with the right set of words I’l enlighten the heard
bandits
handing out bullets and bandages
advancing onto advantages
and making some 3-layer sandwiches
swag sandwiches X2
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hot molasses flow oh we pass the dro
but some ask answers to the bottoms of glasses yo
boys chase ass like its co ed tag
and food dont last like the no bread swag
no dead lag when he spits
he splits drum kits and hits stunning sunny honey hip chicks
im done with this the funs run amiss
and every dumb dunce with a gun gona mis
shanti bliss its like we cant without the cannabis
i can manage it, just a bandage and a fat hit
toke for the jokes a poke in the spokes
made cut throats of such jokes and puffed smoke
when a girl kiss a booboo we call her a slut
and when she say "no thanks" then she's a prude in a rut
ya doing it wrong gota show a girl love
chicks you can strip aint no judgement above
... ye and thats i roll
from 93 till i spill my villainous soul
chilling is gold but id like to get a million soled
catchy like will tell cause william told
i really am bold and beryllium cold
penny a verse get a billion scrolled
doc it down with a feather and ink and write
ask the brethren weather they think its tight
Im hip 2 da game whyy
i always stay the same ;
people kill eachother for precious rocks
while we're making hip hop tryna find extra socks
i bet ya not aware pro O.G. the producers from the Oversees
Teddy Slim Keep it locked down in london
while these other drunk lads be dumb stumblin
cats be tripping on the west coast too
but underbelly slaps em with fantastic tunes
then whip out the spoon pipe we out to get zooted soon right
when the moonlight moves like a fruit ripe
im too tight cats call me mr. 2 mics
he who bites liable get slayn right
at funk night bumping till daylight
every time we light a jay
an angel get blazed right
we dont break bones we take payphones
bake scones and roll with the crome da nana
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