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f/ Holekost, Turban







"You could feel all the tension buildin up at the convention



As the hustlers began to arrive...



Must've been nine thousand or more that came through the door



The time was 11:55"







[Turban]



Uh, time speed, minutes is breath while ya'll messin wit vets



Fantasy raps, paid it dap produced it yourself



Mic melts and felt my man and understand your plan is over



Remember what I told ya, Turb stand imperial



Yard Mass material, fifty script to serial



I'm audio and visual sight, respect life



In all I've executed, chickenheads they have me suited



All tox shit, all get split



Runnin in my zone called home, hang up your chrome to praise the most high



Steady wit my aim eye, y'all really wanna try?



Hard game to digest



Next to consume chin checks



Y'all illest skip like a rec room fight



Might make then when I take it I ain't tellin anybody



Ruger rips to shottie, all of y'all is Gotti's?



Probably, you wanna be for years in rap



The only type tracks you're seein is the on you run at



And talk about your mouth, no doubt I cram your optic



This hammerball player that's eager for you to stop it



Try and chop it, I bomb squad your whole department



Then lay low like ex-cons that sell blow







[Holekost]



My raps tore like Raptors of war



Holekost not from Toronto, the stork dropped me in Newark



I'ma catch him in the afterlife resorts



Stab his corpse wit a pitchfork



I promise I'll dismiss no survivors



Jet propeller for all the riders, who wants to battle?



We can go vocal to vocal, plus two vocals



So I can put two swords in your skull like a Oakland Raiders logo



Who's loco?



Fly MC's became extinct like the dodo, the comoto



Holekost, Storm Troopers like the Dark Force



Enter slam phrase like Vader did to Dark Emperor



MC's continuously test and not knowin



I'm top of the line like a heading, and they heading for a deading



I got pull like tug of war



So you do me for sure, standin and pause



Nail opponents to the floor like gun tame cats



Bustin slugs in night clubs



Million light bulb, imitation thugs spend in darkness



Deliver pain to your chest, message:



Don't underestimate the babyface, catch a case like an attorney, learn me



Females that figure me to be cute



Most of the acute got turned to an obstuse



This angle's adjacent, aiyyo



"Holekost"



Complex when I flex concepts



Express a whole different definition to a mic check



Blur visions wit compositions



That killed divisions and verbal fision



He who listens can benefit



On the other hand, a man blowin hot air like the dragon



See low self an empty wagon



We keep it locked like figure fours and eight's



What I create levitates and elevates







"We proudly present"



"Double-S-E"







[Encore]



'Core is last found, tweekin the style



Freakin speakers near you



Aketing styles be leakin the raw seekin this cause of fool



(A true grit) I eat, drink, and shit flows wildin



Think speak to rip foes wit these poison tip talents



Loungin down in the dump where punks gun bump



Dumb-dumb's slung from my tongue, keep my lungs pumped



Ducked in this curriculum, we stickin em



And sicing em, a slump, gettin em over the hump of this millennium



Who me? In 2G's I plan to move heat



Figure G's beats, it be who's the weak to lose sleep



I chose to keep my grip firm



See while you ride the dick and spit sperm



We're too deep wit the use of no lie just like the dip's perm



Spurn rock conventional wisdom, the quintessential wordsmith



Learnin in curb shit, who's turf-less



Cursed wit the earth-less flow, celestial



For merchants to purchase whole, stirctly for your console



We control this whole globe



Divided by thirds, protect and serve with



Preferated thought, I'm torn from the fold



Scorn cuz my soul gone plus I'm modest dough



Lead me wit illogical thoughts like Mister Spock



Wit hip-hoppers fist-fought, I'm in a UFC's wrist lock



What you quote-unquote true MC's in tip-top conditioning



Is he sick? The answer is cancerous



Maligned rhymes straight outta remission



Spit shine, let it glisten, listen



I flip lines beyond bars



When I'm ending-the-pending or when the stars alignin



Until then, I steal wit hearts of mine



Exec Lounge holdin my spine



And three or fo' cars behind, yeah

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