Make Friction
Go make friction and locate the positions of microphones
In clubs and homes I’m a thug strong with rap and sterafoam
Cups, so I drink coffe and think softly about the taste of Folgers
Walk among borders and young reporters usually cover
The locals they interview dead mines to get headlines for other
Newspapers these nerd’s words become particles in articles
Of destruction, punks galore on the block so my front door
Has a lock, got protection divine the infections of crime don’t adore
Flow great in this vicinity and like general try locate the enemy
Shoot a lots with absolute glocks wanna live show me your identity
Keep my clout revamped like scouts in camp eat sea rations
And it be with passion they don’t taste so well not a new fashion
In diets, rather be at the HYATT’S enter for a good dinner
Come with ridiculous rhythm and get meticulous criticism a spinner
Of verse and a bender of thirst like sprite, look this slop heals
And like brakes it lock the wheels of fakes weak games being revealed
Stay bazaar like a radar track missiles and attack with pistols
these facts crystal clear like glass and bring fear fast to dismal
cats, bad economy can destroy fleets and cities, streets and committees
even shake them female sweets with titties stuff goes back to the fifties
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