Triskaidekaphobia (13) [Clean]

Album cover art for "Triskaidekaphobia (13) [Clean]" by Poison Pen & L.I.F.E. Long

Poison Pen & L.I.F.E. Long - Rap

Triskaidekaphobia (13) [Clean]

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[Intro: Poison Pen] I'll be late, man. Fuck that. I gotta work. 13. 13. L.I.F.E., Molotov Cocktail, what? Stronghold, yeah. N.A. Rock, yeah. Q-Borough, yeah. So what the fuck? Yeah. Emvees, yeah [Verse 1: Poison Pen] Check me when I'm not sober. 3-point stance Running into your building shoulder-first, trying to tip your block over Look down like a black Yoda, put you in your dick Hear your sperm quicken in our block soda, cockholder Scorch you with some hot Folgers We walk like Cro-Magnons and some hold magnums Don't look past us for pro-wack shit They should make us city ordinance Next cats who heckles, I swear I'm coming down in the audience [Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long] Ayyo, the 13 for [?] plated with a protected chest Your vocals do nothing but tickle our rib cages We just amped out. Leave your camp knocked out Off just one punch plus four warning stabs waiting to [?] Catch a jump off Sasquatch stomp. 13 Y'all no scary [Carrie, Jakes in cougar flicks?] Scientific spit our clique. Here's the twist: We got a good and bad list Leaving both lines pissed when we stand over Smack all y'all leprechaun cats and jack you for your clovers Y'all so funny, happy. Go open up your pot of gold. But Stronghold We quick to unfold like hand fans in Japan I'll be the rebirth and walking with poisonous scriptures, spit at random Out of my felt pen. 13. They scared of us [?] our sons that said, "Words said, 'Brother, bash your ear'" Equipped with a verbal Molotov cocked from N.A. Rock, ayyo, these cats are scared 13, motherfucker [Hook: Poison Pen] 13. Niggas is scared of us. That's a lucky number to us Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What? 13. Niggas is scared of us. That's a lucky number to us Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What? [Verse 3: Poison Pen] I'm on that in-your-face shit. 13, we made Mase quit You dying from asphyxiations—pardon my rap gang initiation When you rhyme, you'll get laughed at like security guards with no gats You fronting hard—I know that Don't make me dust off my trench coat, chase you Now you's a running joke. Poison Pen's pens wanting to grade you Won't even call you by your rhyme name Blood pumps my Bed Stuy veins. "Dirt" my name You don't know what you're starting Fuck the world, tilt my head to the sky, spit Chlorofluorocarbons, deading your environment I'm a south porno star—face covered, but my dick's out Why they have you trying it? The styles is sick You can tell I'm from Brooklyn 'Cause I got unique footprints, phenomena like crop circles My whole block'll hurt you, bleed you dry Then sell your shit back to you in death infomercials [Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long] Ayyo, how real does this get? You betting against permanent mic holders who are forever holding grips 13 containing heavy weights, holding platinum plates for raising heart rates L.I.F.E., Poison Pen like a wakeup to inhaling gats That's distorting, waving. These cats is babies Taking it back to pacifiers and teething [Interlude 1: L.I.F.E. Long] 13. L.I.F.E., Poison Pen. Haha (L.I.F.E., Poison Pen, Stronghold) [Hook: Poison Pen] 13. Niggas is scared of us. That's a lucky number to us Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. Stop being superstitious 13. Niggas is scared of us. That's a lucky number to us Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What? L.I.F.E. and Poisonous [Interlude 2: Poison Pen and (L.I.F.E. Long)] It's L.I.F.E. Long, what? That tall, skinny nigga. Poison Pen, that fat, old Bed Stuy, N.A. Rock nigga. Strongholding on that like this. When you combine the first cats of Stronghold. L.I.F.E. L-O-N-G. Number 3. We're 13. Y'all superstitious niggas scared to go the 13th floor. Word up. This Emvees. [?] (Writers Guild). What? Bam bam. Ha. VM. Evahflow, Thumb, the Middle. Crazy Walz. Stelf motherfucking Index. What? [Hook: Poison Pen] Niggas is scared of us. That's a lucky number to us Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous Stop being superstitious [Outro: Poison Pen and (L.I.F.E. Long)] (Why niggas is scared of us?). I don't know

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Credits

Writers
  • L.I.F.E. Long
  • Poison Pen