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We Will Provoke w/ Madwigged

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Jan 24, 2014 | 12:27 PM EST
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2.5 MB
2 min 45 sec
4.90 / 5.00

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Author Comments

Years upon years of collabing..another one for ya!

Props to flashmac for the beat production!


We’re dining, lying low, hoping that ya dont approach
But if ya come close we’ll take our post, ya hands at ya throat
Its raining, we’re not getting soaked, we’re the best, we will boast
not our folk, we’ll evoke madness, get mad cuz we will gloat
/we vote that ya get poked, vet, cry and sulk
Don’t like what we represent, you’ll get burnt and be toast
We’re chilling, we be dope, another tale will be wrote
We be the center of attention,your presence be remote
/anyone who enters our vicinity becomes an entity
We be well known while you blowing and got no identity
Trying to be a friend to me is what you all l tend to be
Act all tenderlike, then get spent cuz your like tender to me
/ You vent that you were meant to be memory to be remembered
We stay intact, while you redact, and then you get dismembered
We’re always cool,we make the rules, your emotions are our ember
We’re saying your emotionally weak, and are ill tempered
Wigged and I entered, collected and made you broke
We’d been chilling, flying low, Saying should we provoke
Saying Should we ruin these souls, saying ya, ya I think so
Now here we go on our flows, we hope you all croak

Comining in spaghetti western style
No denial your death iminant without out a trial
High noon in the salloon im drinking stinking drunk again
What chu thinking lacking skill grinning as if you can win
Roll on like a tumble weed my sights are on you next
Hand shaking achohol withdrawl but blastin fastest in the west
Murder you and your whole crew type of shit that we may stunt
Klasik makes it tragic causing havok as i roll the blunt
Take a swig and pass that grass imagine passion like planes crashing
Pure magic rationed most hardcore action packed explosions blastin
Maxing out the rage im smashing babies on my cage
Devilish intentions from dimensions filled with hate
Another page filled with curses written in you mothers bloood
Looks like someone raped your kin then burned em while they were tied up
Ashes desecrated used for fingerpaintin the shit ive done
Tortured pain in vein cant explain why its not enough
Adopting a child so i have someone to beat
Raise him to hate me keep the anger complete
One day he will father a son and brand him vile as me
That boy will grow up destitute all feelings replete
And its Madness unique wonder why i would espect it
In this host of hate i will be resurected
There are tales that say this all happened before
Im that feeling you get when your not sure your alone


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