Broken Nose Flow

I’ll live my afterlife slashing sight—ask your wife
«What's the sacrifice?» Slash a life after night—pass the knife
Laugh at the price, gas the hype, pass the mic
The darkest under massive light, eyes closed, blindfold
Not a roughrider, roughrider, providing
The that pack a prize like
MacGyver, run with apple cider, live to die, die to live
Watch crying kids climb to rise abyss, survivalists
Off the bottles, models strut—bottles up—follow up
What’s your sacrifice? Sacrifice suicide
Monsta Island do-or-die, you and I smoke is so slow
Choking hoes over clothes, showing the broken nose flow
show me the dough my peep
Is there. Not a fear or a care, just the staircase
Tears backflip—back off, fam. First, kick
The kickstand off his big man, no
Hoping, flow neither in red either, either in the web
Along came a spider born to spit lead
Blinded by hate, but why wait when the Monsta eyes see
Us running the Tri-State? Die. Wait. Get the pie
You ate cake, no candles, pianos, no keys
peace with no cheese. Kong’s the source
Season, breathing blood easy, yup, on the beat-it-up
Force is power, devour the puss, cowards are found in
The bush, bootleg lingo shoot Feds at
The window, pull the .44, the endo for my
Kinfolks—tell me when though. Kong is simply
Let me show you how niggas coughed teeth in the street
When you see me cross the street armor off, then toss the heat
Talk is cheap, blabbermouth at his house with the
Ladders out run and put the gat
At his mouth, blow his bladder in, his data out
Cellphone data off the hook. What matters now:
Broken mouth through flow got you, trust not a
Doctor. Lot of hotter shit—got to spit lava
Pimp Poppa—who's the father? Kong, God, forgive me
«Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone» — Sample from
Prodigy on Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones Pt. II» (x4)
Packing game, smacking flames, acting ashamed when rapping
Stacking chains, macking dames, shacking blacken
Godzilla was a chick acting strange
Keep clapping, aim, make no sense, burning a fence
When your main letter’s sin. Mortified that my
Flow is unauthorized. When your squad lies, I bought a pie
For the cheesecake, a quarter pie short of my
I’ll buck at three quarters a pound, nine heights
Sight of an eagle, lethal, creep through your people
In the Regal—oh shit
«Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone» — Sample from
Prodigy on Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones Pt. II» (x4)