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TERROR REID - SUPA DUPA - LYRICS

now i didn’t wanna have to do this
(well god damn)
but when i touch a mic suckaz duck like i’m shootin
i’m bootin cookie cutter butter soft rappers
wanna rip my style off me like a snickers bar wrapper

just hand it over man i ain’t gonna ask ya
u ain’t a cappa youza cherry flavored acta
if that’s ya bitch u should prolly come grab her
cuz she in the studio feedin me chicken flavad crackaz

what it do?
i’m still the rude ass terror dude
i still got da flu, still sniffing supadupa glue
and i ain’t finna stop til i’m blue
keep talkin that shit, you can kiss my kaboos

and for the record, i spot ya hoe like a leopard
i roll up downtown made her neck hurt
wit out any effort
cold blood mane i need a sweatshirt
tha molotov fiya bomb lookin for a pill presser

now i ain’t said shit fo a minute
still got mo dough than a chef in a kitchen
and i ain’t gon lie man i really been spendin
what da fuck u think i did in this lovely pandemic?

legend has it , reid in the lab cookin magic
and furthermore the shit he got in store is fantastic
cuz last time i checked man he really been at it
i heard he pulled a 4 w a semi automatic

the silly water drinkin, pilly poppin stinkin
demon still skeemin on a sucka bitch
neo pets lovin trick
steady goin harder than most
da king of the coast
i’m floating on a boat stackin whole wheat toast

and neva too quick to flip a cop
mafuckas needa stop
all the flockin on my top, i’ll drop em like a stock
you know the name and if ya don’t, bitch ya betta learn
go tell the cops terror has returned
uh

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lyrics:

entropic off topic foggy headed rock solid
automatic talk analog conscious clock stopped
static screen gray dissonance habits lean into it
mayday influence from stillwater cynicisms
pill bottle ignorance my heyday dividends
split time signature shift tempo irritants
send simple signals meant imminent delayed 
stay in place in a mention of attention sent paid
paycheck psychopathy automotive atrophy
tone evoke nostalgia of the path turned into history
loss of all control a total nose dive actual 
epiphanies broke in dire straights shown casually
empathetic faculty the number one casualty
contrast smack tenebrism mentality 
ascension bends back for a narrative of charity
the rapture is the only real moment of clarity

highway therapy to dead tread friction
spinning rubber fine print read in bits now sentenced
head temples turned timpani the temperature is arbitrary
weather warm whether sun hits skin stationary
or cold winters winds cut mantras into memory
i sold myself pennies on the dollar
hollered pity too long now the option gone west
to die bleached in the desert hollow message
fell silent on deaf ears from shut lips existence hypothetical
hypochondriac self isolated cyclical living
thought of renting out the hole in my chest 
i die three times a day it’s time to give it a rest
i hide needs never signing on the back of the check
shoes inside fighting an environment to rest 
cause breath short section grief till digestible
my meridian of denial lies among the truth vestigial

i wouldn’t buy what im selling

entropic [prod bailey daniel]

"Soul Food" is the latest project from the Norfolk Native Swiggi Swagga. 

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(I don't know dude, ship it)
(Ship it dog, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)

They don't be calling me Terror for nothin'
I'm always up to something
I'm bumpin' lines in a 4 doe, slumpin'
Dunkin' on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight
They wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud 'til they ears ring
This game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling I'll start mingling
Off top like mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like cereal
Here we go bitch crack it open
I'm rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I'm smokin'
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo thing broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast ya ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'

(I really do)
(Let it ride
Let it ride out 'til it dry out)

Well how it be, what it do? Yeah fool I'm looking at you
I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do
So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want it's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet no necklace
I'm blessed wit a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest you know I'm next
You can keep ya bloody check
Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin' out a choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make your head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on
Like I said before y my shit go
Like wheels on the track ya ain't even know
Say no mo'

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