Jason Bond

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[Verse 1] Scriptures, patterns and innuendos My seven and a half brought the wrath of my slaughtered kinfolks Fully decorated, I made it Through technical difficulties trying to master pockets of crescendos Every time I drop it's cleansing, we at the end zone Under the scope my whole life was documented I'm blessed in the flesh everything else is complimentary Peep the new release Fuck around might drop two a piece You could put your money on me like a chosen fee A deadly dose of this vocalist The black messiah on the cross, crown of thorns Stripped from his wisdom with broken ribs Every intent is pure I'm cleaning house till you can kiss the floor I got you dirtbags insecure Side of war sparked from pillow talk Suckers dial for sluts Cause they ain't keep their pie holes shut I'm cross country macking Putting in my hours in it's a cut throat business All for the money and the power… Look, talk to me nice, I'm doubling the price I'm at a close location with fam building, eating expensive rice Take it how you wanna take it, we the best Me and Ev make independent records Like scores for major label placements To the naked eye I'm a certified spaceship Wanna counter, we'll have you in a padded room eating paint chips Now calm all that rapper down Before you graduate to your dome, without a cap and gown Tell whoever that Medallions is back in town Think it's a game I'll have the [?] come pat you down Now…
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- Planet Asia