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    Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3 2003 ©

    Falcon And The Snowman

    I infect the whole set and collect the cash
    And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
    Got long range ...(?) into small change
    Then kick and parlay
    Exchangin' back to back rhymin'
    Word play for (?) for the studio timin'
    And can't wait for the hate and feedback
    I (?) when I break down the weed in my rap

    I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
    Meanin' my city is the city of dope
    Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
    Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
    If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
    Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
    Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!

    Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo'
    While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas)
    I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's
    I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
    Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play(?) off loose I execute
    On site you're too hype, you might get snatched
    Just like your gold chain and no name raps

    Homie don't ask me about that chick
    Because about any chick I plead the fifth
    Call me Saint Nick when I spit the gift, real rap cat on a pirate ship
    Lock and chain like Sid Vicious, I done used my three wishes
    When it come to swishers, cut the heart
    Listenin' to Al Green in the dark
    Jumped in the ride with the leather coat
    Looked in the rear view, who pops the (?)
    Just when I thought that I saw a ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke

    Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope
    I campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous
    Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch(?)
    Like this, can't trip when I get across
    Set it off, lay 'em down with no second thoughts
    Impulsin, indo indulgin, keep blowin, Falcon and the Snowman

    Tiga my raps, are just like a diamond heist
    Cause the way I shine you might lose your sight
    In my brand new Phat Farm vest, new kango Polo, no less
    Grab the cream, get your team who ...(?)
    In ya face, cocksucka, it's a new regime
    You're out again but it really don't matter
    Had it with the new improved police scanner
    Hang the banners, yo cock the hammers
    Or forever in life you'll wear a Pamper

    It was pivotal when you (?) pitiful answers
    Rhymes are avalanchin' the average rapper
    You're sweatin, then goin' all out representin'
    You're in and out steppin' like 3-5-7
    I kept it honest, promise, no threatin'
    You're probably (?), if not forgettin'
    I stepped in the house, throwback with the (?)
    Excused the fool, but hold back with the hatin'

    Check it crack the bottle, then crack the whip
    Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip
    I'm like an angel, but at an angle
    And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that
    Blow back in my crocka sack
    To the Benz dealer that the Cadillac is back
    I had to turn (?) Moonshine into yak
    And then the ATF wanna come raise the track

    I connive with more drive then multiply chedda
    I can see the fortune without the teller
    Cut back the raw rap and release the classic
    Suckas that jaw jap but I look past 'em
    I get detailed just (?) and graphic
    Practice the graph 'till I'm knowin' it backwards
    Spit it with a passion, ...(?)
    The I release the masters, study the game

    Okay, I hit the night skies with the ruby red eyes
    The streets are hurtin, I can hear her cries
    Freaks wear shoes that's not their size
    And here come Nicky with the felony rhyme
    And the melody crime, can you crack the case?
    Like a bat outta hell as I start to race
    Scars on my face, dictate the hate
    Get a scale for the rhyme when I push the weight

    2003 ©

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