Embed Follow  [A La $ole] Straight from the fucking dungeon raps
[Verse 1: A La $ole] From the era of the boom baps Spiggity
splat man, I'm sick with the raps Move caps and naps when I rip
the rhythm fast Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan
Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax Before we
make emcees run, I don't play guns But I spit straight bullets
like I ate some Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em
Never been defeated, better tell em' to break a leg, son You
know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write bars I make rappers
fall easy on the mic brawl I know life hard, better check if
your mind is right Despite the trife, no brother can step inside
my sight I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin' Fuck your
settings man, we just out for dead presidents Rush more loot to
my wallet, then light the clematis The specialist, you thirsty
niggas need a beverage I'll bend your chick back and clap, then
I'm off of that You nig