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BallskinThe flow is towin, precision as a afro trimAll big letters but it isn't no acronym Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken Chrome grown men doin business with anglo sax and them Lackin swing but that banjo's so relaxin As the wax spin Hackin axes in the wind pretend it's just a pen See if you could pencil em in Tense, mention men their honor fenced in Sensed it is tends The wheels fall off, then it's the end Don't get keelhauled in, Villain always been Feel real genuine ballskin Not to call the whole crowd out, it's just a few chumps And you know who you are like a shout out Place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully Disappear, reappear, disappear again Villain not is "hair", he's no Afro-American If that's the case, he be a bald-headed African Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in And bein tough actin, tinactin bluff jackin He's wears a mask so when he dawns his face Each and every race, could absorb the bass In the place to be Don't believe the hyperbole It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally Beat in the head with lead pipe languages For street cred, leave em for dead, in anguishness The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses And came to help the people with they minds in they a*ses And set trippin, get a grip like Spaulding These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin |