Whatever it Takes

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May 3, 2002
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#1
A mere taste of silence.
In the pitch blacc,
as I hold my strap,
no needed guidance.
Glowin' Jason mask,
for the task,
could perform either a gun blast,
or a throat slash.
And I do mine artistic.
Stalkin' and watchin' this bitch,
waitin' not debatin' to kill it.
Posted and focused on this ill shit.
So I creep like a blacc panther on my prey.
Felines and K-9's when I show my fangs.
One quicc cut right through the veins.
Then step bacc so I get no blood stains.

Just a little bit of somethin'....
 
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#4
I LIKED THAT FLOW FOLKS THAT SHIT WAS RAW NOW IAM A DROP A VERSE ON IT.


Its midnight I got my eyesight on a victim/
Bloody red razor blade out and ready to stic em/
All because Iam poor and dont have any cash/
He walkin away so like a tiger I stalk my prey/
Ready to smash and lay em down for the skrilla/
Its all hollows eve and I must become that remorseless killa/
As he slowly walks to his ride I run up and let the razor blade slide/
Glide into his jugguler and watch as the blood spills/
Dont wanna get a job so I rob to pay the bills/
Leave you descrated like broken stained glass window sills/
MUrderous mad one out for the ransom/
Fathom the mid of a skitso of the old gold 4-0-/
Sick in my temple robedher for a rental/
Just so I could Ride and take what I want/
Rob what I have to and I wont front/
RObe reals family, friends, foes an fakes/
The life of THE ROBBER Iam down WHATEVER IT TAKES



THE ROBBER