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    "Fine Line" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. Saukrates

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    Ayo, this is PPP right here
    and we don't give a fuck what y'all doin' in this rap game,
    Matter of fact, (sniff) I smell... PUSSY!!!
    Yo Sauk, let it bang...

    As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine
    To all those congested, my job raw never clean
    A toast to the uncontested, murderer
    I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya
    Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid
    Time is money well invested, burning your press kit
    Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards
    Never protested, the living proof manifested
    Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois
    Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear
    Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier
    Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder
    Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder
    No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner
    Future darker than black permanent black... marker
    I part you from existence on solid ground
    Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I frown
    Is we hell or is we heaven bound?
    I bomb the target without a sound
    Ain't nobody left around to hear it
    Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
    By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when specific
    Cheddar look better when explicit
    Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits
    All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun
    'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue
    I'm young plus I'm well hung
    Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung
    I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design
    Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
    Peep my shines
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Karl Amani Wailoo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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