Tommy Gun

The Thompson Submachine Gun or the Tommy Gun as it's called
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It's an automatic weapon, capable of delivering a high rate of fire
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Let's see how it works

This the most dangerous game that's played
Where emcees get slayed
Slicing through bone just so I can sharpen my blade
Bring the whole brigade
Packin' powder into cannons
Sippin' crushed grapes, taste the body and the tannins
Daily pushups, jumpers for the cardio
Chiseled up, tossin' these shells like Mario
Chuck a deuce to the eses in the barrio
That '96 party flow for ladies and lotharios
Mercedes mentality, tech like a Tesla
Wallace Beery frame, body slam like a wrestler
In the kitchen cookin' like the Barefoot Contessa
These babies need a nanny, not the show with Fran Drescher
Mic checka! One, two! Rep the...
Killin', we the villains yellin' 'Come down selectah'
(COME DOWN SELECTAH!)
Rhyme classic cinema, feel it in your plasma
Inhale a beat, cough our rhymes like I got asthma
You know I had to spaz bruh!
Steel trap, mentally
Meant to be, with that 'this-is-my-destiny' energy
Top Dawg pedigree
Dynamic rhyme flows
Jordan and Pippen, ya'll slippin' like how time goes

Tommy guns for fun
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Tommy guns for fun
Tommy guns for fun
(back up in this)
Shotties for block parties
(ya'll don't want it with me)

Once upon, upon a time your time ended
I been hung once, you can tuck up your pendant
Trynna throw scrawls on the walls of a legend
Caught me off guard but my bars is all present
Got yourself washin' on the paws of a peasant
I own this squat you should pack up your tenants
My knuckles all bloody, my index indented
Dunks got scuffed but the tongues represented
Nike Airs, on-air sign on, you by gone
Think I won't spray like I coughed up the Krylon
Fat caps and Eyekon will leave a dude dizzy
Don't be getting pissy when your getting busy
Got broads that miss me still knockin' my name
Still got me off bond when they hocked the chain
FOX 45 Live at 11 was suspenseful
Caught me on the stoop; wife beater with a pitbull
I ain't say nothin' I'm clean off the ropes
Days D, Baltimore keep the lean on dopes
Lived on Cathedral, time on Castle
Two bones, a dime and the dogs ain't bashful
What's up Ramble Wood!? I'm from Chinquapin Park
I ran with little Wade until the street got dark
Hold up!
Mic check! One, two, checka!
Stomped on cassettes like I marched on Mecca
Flows Ro Sham Beaux; paper, rock, oxes
3, 2, 1 shoot! Pick your own Apocalypse
Whole squad droppin' they jaws while they watchin' this
Got bars, knuck, but my pen game obnoxious
D-A-Y-S, fire to papyrus
Liar and thief, I preach to my admirers
Raggedy as Ann, goddamn I miss Andy
Had me on schnapps, but I switched up to brandy
Never mind the past, no need for "good riddance"
I'm way past harpin' on did's and who didn't's
I'll be on the stoop, splittin' bread with the pigeons
M. Dot riders make a whole lotta difference...
M. Dot riders make a whole lotta difference, come see me
Little Wade, what up?