Released on January 6, 2007

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[Coal Cash]

I got bad brains like crackheads giving filatio

Now it's Radiohead choke 'em dead with the way we flow

Wow the ratio spread said it's one verse a hundred

You better go get some more, I make wars even, outnumbered

Hungered the season drought , lumbered plows to even out

These black clouds speak with thunder we sunder your dreams of clout

Got you leaking out your cunt

Front, get your knot split

When we spit shit on your block go get the cops quick

Obnoxious known to pop shit in public

You can smell what Coal is cooking from Brooklyn to Suffolk

Bring the ruckus, motherfuckers get demolished

So run your wallets, before your brains become a Jackson Pollock

Jacked like hydraulics acknowledge the omnipotent

Instrument beyond what any paragon can implement

The dissident of obstruction that none's touching

I'm done fucking around with this underground destruction

You're found fronting, we bum rushing to percussion

I'm known for crushing crowns and grounding clowns to nothing

You sound disgusting, we ain't fucking with the average

I'm maverick, the rap havoc, a hazardous track savage

Unanimous dap for that you get clapped in the back of your cabbage

If the damage can't be patched your synapse will be hatching maggots

Don't rap vapid, you get wrapped in a straight jacket

The tactics of jack it straight from the late great classic

Tailor make your casket from trash spit by amateurs

You ain't of Hip-Hop, you more of the jizz-mop janitor

Flip pentameters, my stamina's got more to prove

Try to fuck with my structure motherfuckers are sure to lose

I'm short of fuse, turn your pussy to water luge

We slaughter you motherfuckers till there's nothing more to chew

I will kill all of you, so call your crew the more the merrier

Y'all can be underground but only because I bury ya


[Tabs]

I strike the mic with a Titan's wrath

You known for simple simile's using like or as

That's why I don't like your ass

I walk a righteous path but you writing trash

I'ma snatch the mic so fast it'll slice yo ass right in half

A ruthless soldier, pulling a lightning bolt from Zeus' holster

And throwing it through the vultures that ruin the culture

The truth is solar, so you best be moving over

I roast you in half a bar, Tabs' star's a Supernova

I know my part, I'm the one that holds a spark

And floods the globe with art, like mosaics in Noah's ark

I got a golden heart, nerves of steel and brass balls

Telling these so called stars who bite at bars, it's last call

I'll smash your glass jaw, take a dare, make you care

When I check your chin like kids looking for their first facial hair

You staying scared when I storm your block so call the cops

Unorthodox, opening Pandora's box, there's a warning shot

Fuck what you hand me, I only trust my family

Man you fuckers when you ante up, that's why we up the ante

Fuck you candy coated rappers, you'll get smacked for the wackness

And I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of your jacket

I'm like fuck the waiting, there's been enough debating

If you snakes keep fronting I'ma have to punch your face in

It's just amazing, while we were crushing stages

You's was down the block giving mouth to cock resuscitation

Suffocating these puppets waiting for publication

Saying you overpaid is a great understatement

Adjust the station, this pathetic style's been dead awhile

But when them songs play it rubs me the wrong way like pedophiles

This is very visionary quick to bury tradition

So I'ma give it to you straight like missionary position

All of these cats are ordinary, we're very deprived

So I'm underground till I die like I'm buried alive