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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