Poizon Windz

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[Verse 1: Megalon] Scallywag, Ballies bagged, box with a Glock in it Rocking eight rocks with a plastic bag, knots in a Cali flag Driving in tinted whips with cops in it—somebody's bagged Try not to hop in it, dash down the alley fast, somebody's property Stash the hops then skip out as quick-fast, watch the whips clash Belly-branded car stops with the cops in it. Daddy's Rags ripped, hop in a hot whip, not meaning vampire shit Toxic, toxidic, pocketed knots, I'll spit it When the drops get it, I'ma chop rocks on dishes—I got this Eyes wicked, pockets I suggest as soon as drop the rocket... Tommy You're talking to yourself again—stop it. You're in the back blocks With knots in your socks, hit 'em and announce that it not sick Bow to this. I got you nodding like you're slobbing it, bouncing Up and down like you're riding my dick—watch this All of a sudden, you stop nodding, you start to notice you're cock-riding, son Leave you like, "When is he gonna stop rhyming?" When you're like "Stop. Sign him." I'm from the rock-bottom, where we don't Pop Glocks. Glocks pop at cops that got them. Neighborhood Watch—pop-pop-pop—stop watching. Knock-knock-knock Slugs in the door, I tried to tell the cops to stop knocking. Let's get it Popping. I'll rock stockings, goggle, and Timb. When I start Rocking, your head gon' start ringing like bringing it to the back to the top rising Bringing it back to the block—how y'all been? Rock-chopping got Me knocked again. Knocking on the wall, rhyming, locked in Eyes wide-open, laying on a cot, plotting, my pen Jotting hot one after hot one. Y'all not signing? I'm not stopping 'til everybody in This industry knows who I am. C.O.'s got their Snotbox knocked in, I caught another case, and every- -body knows where I've been: Monsta Island [Verse 2: Rodan] You want social equality from psychology you're representing? Son, I couldn't "Imagine" that bullshit if my name was John Lennon Build castles on quicksand, museum figures, faggot niggas, wax crews Displays expose flesh wounds like hot-branded tattoos Jewels pierce the body, acupuncture intricate, test Pressure points on the juncture on some distant, infinitely different shit Witness it extend like events beyond Andromeda Tentacles read the pentacle, measure bullshit like a barometer Bombing ya, translate your actions like a dialect Interpret misinformation false application, third eye lie-detect Inactive thought, pop mentality, head-severing Make bloodsuckers unsuccessful in everyday underhanded endeavoring Monsta Island brethren six degrees like a hexagon 120 lexicon, torture snakes all night long like a sexathon Buried subconsciously, dark images disturbing Gods of light and wisdom chilling, black Jollibee are rocking a turban Post-urban landscape beneath a pterodactyl silhouette Smack the drool out your mouth so motherfucking hard, make your pillow wet Rude awaken, sleep forsaken, restless night for months Project thoughts to other places, occupy two spaces at once Divine evil hunts, hip hop inhabited subterraneously Ambidextrous, writing two or more verses simultaneously Trained to be true and find a secret assignment, daily risk Who you now front to be, so I assume another alias New identity, inventing after, hit ya, preventing all the fingerprinting Head of Central Enlightenment Agency throat, thinking of Hillary Clinton [Verse 3: Gigan] Before you go Let me know if you wanna suck some cheddar 'cause we don't Know if it's hot or not, but you're accustomed to this weather. We could Network, no stress, you'll be set for work. Just meet me And send shorty over there dressed in a skirt, bloomers Stuffed up. After that, every ave, some of the Chucks on gonna stop through to pick up the math. They'll get Your PC weekly like a regular gig. That way The cheddar's spread equally in one big lump, the kid's Eyes jumped out, Kool-Aid smile across his face—still gotta Watch him, hope he don't come across with the snakes Test him first, hit it off with an 8-ball for base, see if He escape with the work before one tells him to wait If he do good, fuck it, we got a new hood to chop To this rinky-dinky spot without cops—knock on wood After that, we up on Amtrak, back-and-forth With shorty in front, me watching her from the back of the cars She act up? Step up and slap your broad Get my tyrannosaurus rex on, attacking the dog No question. Spice it up like chicken Szechuan Shanghaiing any nigga that wanna flex their chrome