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Ice In The Cup

by Solo For Dolo

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Tore down stages as much as Ive torn blunts… Hotbox the venue while screaming with sore lungs… Used to get drunk, tell the crowds that they sucked… And run up a bar tab if they aint paying enough… The White Boy in the 4th Grade with Fubu at the cook out… Most the dope shit I rock… Got it as a look out… Shit my parents got me… They got it as a look out… They say your name wrong? Thats collections homie look out… Hang up the phone, dont say nothing… Unless its hell to the no… or whose that muthafucka? Yea… Never heard of him… Like that rapper talking shit letting Rupaul fuck him… Too raw coming… [pause]… Coming To Raw… Ill take your bitch like im Drake stealing the loot out her bra… Grimey… Noreaga under Def Jams arm… Drunk at the table, with Lyor Cohen… Telling him shits gone soft, we need to ring the alarm… But too late… shit was already gone. WOOOP WOOP thats the sound a polices… Got the building surrounded, Infiltrated even… Dont ask me why… the game is full of leeches… Calling me salty when they lack the Rhyme & Reason.
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I Never been concerned what the mass markets will digest… Slap gluten free stickers on arsenic, sit and say less… Try It… Offer samples to catch wreck… Then Take they wallet as they drop And use it to buy ces…They love to talk shit because im still underground…Id be feeling much worse… If I let Nas down….But I didnt, Got props from legends who got crowns… And kept my masters and my publishing rights to pass down… I managed longer independent than suckers with label deals. Discographys grown like my dick on a boner pilll. Porno reel footage is shaky like clover field. Throwing backshots to Gangstarr, you know the deal… I Feel sorry for rapper I ever battled… they bitches… More sorry for my fans if they ever had to witness… They pathetic ass up there on stage for a minute… Cuz those muthafuckas cant do it like this kid… Bitch Ill blast critics, and those pay to play bitches… Hip Hop Record Labels run by CIA snitches… Government sanctioned I Heart Radio playlists… And the FCC turning rappers into dip shits… We went from Dr.Dre to Dr.Lipshits… We went from counter culture to “They Live” shit… Got the glasses on staring through they sickness… And as they world burns im reporting every minute… Might as well give up the fight… The games been blessed by the apex spilling blood on the mic… Fisher Price here’s a word of advice… Take off the gloves, when gawz and glass will suffice… Ayo The Mics is Poetic Justice… And when the masses aint saying nothing, Sometimes you gotta clap to prove that you be saying something… Find a Fraud, Offer his carcas to the the gods… These Powder Puff Raps, Tucking they nutsacks in they lunch packs. Lets take it back to the tuff raps… Boosting cars for fun before the lo jack… Selling dimes thinking feds is spying on the phone tap… Yo, What the fuck is that??? Earth shaking a reminder to come bring me back… To the 2024 when kids need plenty raw, This boosting music not for shopping at the Fendi store… Plenty whores, what you pussies pinch ya penny for? Went from Pimps to Tricks to selling they fuckin Backdoors….

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released April 23, 2015

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