Adams & Eve - Cappadonna, Solomon Childs, Amar Divine

I’m kill this track

Like you violated the family

I rock off of any beat

These rappers not jammin me

Do it like the Indian, guerilla or animal

No matter what you pull out

I’m still going handle you

Plot and planned on me

I’m harder to fade

Mosh ink and mark go

With the sharp flow

I’ll T bomb everything

Like last soap and weasel

Avenue crew shit, niggas got diesel

I’m charged up

All of my hoops is in the house

Groupies wanna crush

Play mad junk, get knocked up

They get you locked up

Might be up in the gym

But yo i’m never stuck

I tell the truth and i shame the devil

Yeah

And keep an insane watch

With a crazy bezel

Cause the time is now

And I gotta stay ghetto so when I leave

Everybody know I was sterile

Bomp, bomp

Gotta represent you

Intoxicating

The state that I leave you in

I’m like a hallucinogen

That rub I put you in

Every bar, every verse that I hit you with

Depicts a lyrist so extensive and proficient

Yes I’m coming with that street shit

Realistic

O intense my heat text is 101

As vocalists is dawning

Melting tracks like hot wax

Plastic and molten lava

My mental revolver

Turning a glutton into a starver

Better check that 36 chamber

Leaving cynics in the mental clinic

Have your thoughts rearranged

And reversing stereotypes

Yes it’s a dangerous combination

No need for further explanation

Ain’t nobody got time for smiling and faces

Portraying roles that’s going place em

We about to settle these cases

Motherfuckers be on the lookout

For a nigga with black hair

You can never keep a good man down

And my flows unstoppable

I step on any obstacle

I keep boppin it

I shoot from the top of the stoop

Drivin the booth

Hoppin the coop

Take a break or shoppin' it too

Coppin a suit

Knockin the booth nigga

We killin everything

Like we coppin a shoot

Rot epinephrine

With eyes that cut 10

Niggas betta run

I’m bout to turn into a nutso

Keep wildin' out

There will never be enough

I got the new york fitted on

Dutch is green

White t-shirt, act, levi jeans

Popin wardrobe

To all ma niggas that ride doe

Clean as a in

Deemin respect

Hyenas invest

My team is the best

We beat it to death

Yea motherfucker

I be feenin for meth

Cleanin everything like

I’m cleanin the tech

Me and my niggas come thru

Like we genies in rap

Feel like a thousand days

A thousand nights

Could write a 30 set collection

Tribulations of life

A mello-drama drama

Mellow cause I stay with marijuana

Semicolon, comma

Pause that consult the lama its deep

Coordinates is seldomly reached

Beyond you mediocre thinking

Intellectual geeks

No describing these streets

Explanation on my custom

Yo liposuction, titty implants and cell abduction

Don’t be cloning it

You want the sperm out ma dick

We do arithmetic

Figure this shit

Dominant, you recessive

Stressing cause my flavors impressive

The rest is only the ingredients to why your oppressive

I’m Blake Griffin in the optimum

Ain’t no saving them

Grizzly winters and summers

Dead bodies in the hummers

Shooting at the undercovers

Why my brother wayne on nightline

Fifty babies round my way dying

Two to the head, one to the spine, jeft at the crime

But I did the time, I ain’t give the feds no answers

Runnin with niggas, that smuggle brick in da bra

As well as their grandmama’s pampers

Will kill your girl’s sister’s boyfriend like a

suin in them red socks

You no rasta cause you got dreadlocks

Orange juice, moscato, moet, rasta boy

Blowin that stick wiz kalifa, duckin the reefer

In the six series, playin in the

Bumpin in that murder inc Gadafi

Capadonna street dreamer Monopoly

The revolver is a bad bitch, Nicky swayze

Shot with snow bunnies

In the pum pum jeans shorts

Daisy, coming out of baisley

Surfing that osca pollo like them donnias

And get them desert eagle red sonias

It’s my time nigga word to gano, gone yo

Get that

With ma lyric impact capadonna