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$pace cake$ - martin $ky lyrics

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[verse 1]

sp-ce cakes got me floating and my rhymes tight
prom night suit white as klu klux klondike
gotta be rhyming with a flow that’s outdated
these cookies cremated and that sh-t is loud flavored

see i be the bomb, specially when i would chief the bong
cloud 9 you can’t be up on this g sh-t we be on
catch up, i invest stocks in bedrocks
hash make yo -ss gasp like you in headlock

red robin, head throbbing b-ss knocking
i go for cash and cream it’s no stopping
pop lock em grab glocks and pop shot em
cops got em, third eye steadily watching

i spit sh-t sicker than a diagnosed patient
bag back for i lose my patience, thank you
rap riddling fat sack sizzling
open seat for a f-cking loser go and fill it in

[verse 2]

the frenzy of infamy is sickening
blinds closed dark rooms is what a n-gga sitting in
scribble invisible ink all over this ipod
i spy rappers that lip sync with mics off

more treble turn my high ends up a bit
all wins spitting venom flowing off my upper lip
stand firm for this sound that i’m creating
book of rhyming , sh-t is timeless, cyanide spit

king cobra when i scribble venom
same n-gga rocking new balance and raw denim
same rapper who was spitting they could not feel em
pop up k!lling this rap sh-t i pack hits

rock punch slobber knock a opp into the top bunk
chiefin’ h-lla hash gotta dash for the cops come
see i ain’t rapping for the f-ck of it
gold medal player sh-t, wrote a verse and made it sick

- martin ky lyrics

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