The Taj
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The Taj Lyrics
Got the camera on stutter
Capture ever last spook oops, I mean nigga
Like a ghostbuster
Containing motherfukers
In a cage open the door release my rage
Barreling out the barrel the bullet comes out the closet of the 12 gage
Wipe you off the face of the earth when we face off Nicolas Cage
You follow the norm all you are rappers the same
Stranger to the game an alien you a cowboy Daniel Craig
When you step before me
You act like you lost your memory M.I.B
Why you think they put a grip on a gun?
It's so you have a grip on life son
Listen to these life lessons
This ain't a game but you all offense
Sells tickets, defense wins championships
No comprende my my friend?
Well here I go again
You use your Glock as a weapon
At your own discretion
I use the smith and wesson for protection
You trigger happy erection
You took life got life and got life stripped from you...no OBJECTION!
I don't boast but i'd like to make a toast
I roast-ed this beat I got off
And I don't mean to the picture of Onika Miraj
ILLMINDS runs all this ain't a mirage
I robbed you of your dignity like the bellaj
I built a empire up for my one and only love
Hip-Hop and named it the Taj
But hold up I ain't finished bra
When I take off my glasses I am blind as a bat
I still have my senses I'm keen as a cat
I'll sniff you out and shoot you wita gat
Call me a Keller, I've been to Helen back
No hugs and kisses bro
Tic for Tac Tac for Toe X and O
Cutting your limbs head to toe
With only verses yo
When you rap there ain't formula
Don't try and crack it like Coca-Cola
You gotta stay focused
If you trying to match my game
This ain't tennis
No 3 chances
You either serve the ball or you'll receive it
With a racket backhanded
Like a bitch call me your pimp
Lighting this track up with matches
This ain't bud you can't match this
ILLMINDS, we runs shit
Capture ever last spook oops, I mean nigga
Like a ghostbuster
Containing motherfukers
In a cage open the door release my rage
Barreling out the barrel the bullet comes out the closet of the 12 gage
Wipe you off the face of the earth when we face off Nicolas Cage
You follow the norm all you are rappers the same
Stranger to the game an alien you a cowboy Daniel Craig
When you step before me
You act like you lost your memory M.I.B
Why you think they put a grip on a gun?
It's so you have a grip on life son
Listen to these life lessons
This ain't a game but you all offense
Sells tickets, defense wins championships
No comprende my my friend?
Well here I go again
You use your Glock as a weapon
At your own discretion
I use the smith and wesson for protection
You trigger happy erection
You took life got life and got life stripped from you...no OBJECTION!
I don't boast but i'd like to make a toast
I roast-ed this beat I got off
And I don't mean to the picture of Onika Miraj
ILLMINDS runs all this ain't a mirage
I robbed you of your dignity like the bellaj
I built a empire up for my one and only love
Hip-Hop and named it the Taj
But hold up I ain't finished bra
When I take off my glasses I am blind as a bat
I still have my senses I'm keen as a cat
I'll sniff you out and shoot you wita gat
Call me a Keller, I've been to Helen back
No hugs and kisses bro
Tic for Tac Tac for Toe X and O
Cutting your limbs head to toe
With only verses yo
When you rap there ain't formula
Don't try and crack it like Coca-Cola
You gotta stay focused
If you trying to match my game
This ain't tennis
No 3 chances
You either serve the ball or you'll receive it
With a racket backhanded
Like a bitch call me your pimp
Lighting this track up with matches
This ain't bud you can't match this
ILLMINDS, we runs shit
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