MACON HAMILTON lyrics : "Mass Appeal Freestyle"
Macon is mad dangerous
Good kid just a mad angel on angel dust
$#&@ yo (*##$es. $#&@ ya richest and ya manager
Is what they talking, but they aint ready for this artist
I go the hardest. De de des straight !@$!ed
Dont wanna bargin. Gimmie the loot like notorius
(*##$es be playin with this cat
No fr they see Mac with the cat
Real $$# ^!$$% I aint gotta say it on tracks
$#&@ jewerly homie we aint even on that
This that 1993 MTVraps
no !@!@&& no crack rock Im boutta black
^!$$%s ACT makem S-A-T they $$# down
Haters motivate and make me wanna go clap rounds
Bang Bang like like I'm P-O-P Now
Take it back like bootleg CDs now
Gimmie a minute I'll go manhandle this #~!!@
Steal his life away man vandel this #~!!@
$#&@ it, Ima leave em up to my mans
Who extorts so Ima go pan handle
this #~!!@
I wont stop LsHigh to the motherland
Im in a $#&@ing land where we dont stand a $#&@ing chance
All hope for humanity is lost
goverment correptued, us americans pissed off
Illuminati like yo quit with the steez talk
Your third eye rocks now whats your thoughts on rick ross?
so-what the $#&@ can I do then?
Flex like bruce lee no kung fu then
Rude $$# nuisance. Dropping that new %#@!
Dont like? $#&@ you and $#&@ you too then
Cologne Polo
Bass on Sumo
Jane in my system
Got my Brain on Pluto
You not a rapper you a raptor In a tidal
wave
Im wack? Freeze me (*##$ isolate
I smoke reefer, go Ham and throw the pork away
Billy paul told me let the dolla circulate
ATL and Macon all day
Get a title then they try with this bull%#@! and hate
Remember freestyling in the lakeside hallways
Yellin Geechi life shawty til Im buried in a grave
Still say the same %#@! til this very damn day
kept it true and still do now look where lat
My Medulla oblingiata get me gwualla all day
So when I spit %#@! my mind is in a whole 'nother place
Heaven4 we been cool but been on our feet
Flow cold like a muther$#&@ing hockey rink
(*##$es Wish they could Bone, Thats crazy
I get bizzy in the flesh no Harmony
This not a game ahk
I love rap and I hate cops
And fake ^!$$%s who flip
Flop
My clique hot quit it
This a religion
This that get up, get out stop sittin
$#&@ critics, leave the bull%#@! to pigeons
Cause I'll be on that $$# like kriss kross pants zippers
I school all of these boo boo artist
Feeling like 93 Micheal Jordan
Cold hearted
$#&@ her in the morning
Get some Ihop
Then leave her $$# like an orphan
A game gain fame yall to boring
Cant Lead a horse to the well rapping horse %#@!
Kharma ghiaa new lamb an a coupe
Rap trap flip bricks make it chicken noodle soup
45 and the chopper in back what it do
That is not your life this real %#@! is overdue
Talk it then I live it
And I live lyrically
Ex Drug fiend Had them double cups symmetry
Money talk and the bull%#@! missin me
Let me repeat myself if You aint getting me
Its don donda Macon Ham, Flawless Victory
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