Spit Lyrics - Saigon

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When I spit the room temperature change 

I am what many consider to spit of a flame 

When I spit the room temperature change 

What niggas done did to the game, the shit is a shame 

[Verse 1] 

On your mark, get set, go, the rest flow was just SOSO 

So when I'm the best? I guess so 

I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching 

I gang pound on these clowns like a hundred something 

But hold the prophecy, but peak, the mold of my philosophy, D 

Contemplate crime playing for keep 

Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes that erupt 

From my brain, and then they drain right into a cup 

From which I drink, then I think deeper, in them sink 

From the dark hall of my skull, and then at your ink 

That's a old school metaphorical phrase 

I should shower and shave, but it's time to get paid 

Get out of the way, I'm like a bat out of hell 

How I'm wetting the hoes 

You would swear a nigga just got out of jail 

I'm a MC, slash stick up kid 

Ask Pusha of all the shit I did 

I ain't playing with them 

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[Verse 2] 

We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and what it does to us 

I don't bust because I must, I bust because I love the rush 

Plus checks, that I collect, bust TECs at suspects 

Marks men and linen, we don't come off as rough necks 

Sixty six and six, six, six, shit 

The flow is fluently flowing like liquid 

Even Jamaicans be saying my shit wicked 

Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't have to kick shit 

But look, you still lying in your raps 

Always act like you're dying for some action 

But we really know you not though, you not no 

Vato, loco, you a twat bro, for sure 

I'ma get rich or die trying like 50 

Even if I got to do something that's quite risky 

Pass me the Hen' bitch, I don't like whiskey 

My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Rice Krispies 

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[Verse 3] 

I flex for your entire set 

Rhyming in different dialects, fire TECs 

Aim where your knee and your thigh connects 

I, contracting like isometric hexicides, let's collide 

Last nigga to try melecularide 

Beside, I can see in your eyes you petrified 

I'ma let you slide, without a lyrical hex apply 

Next to Sai, niggas for sure, like a midget on a ball court 

Come with that wack rap the store bought 

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