Dump Tour

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All praise is due to the almighty god, Allah
No one else is worthy of such praise
Fuck these niggas
Dump God, motherfucker
You know what it is
Check me
These nights is blue on this trail to hell
What’s in the stu, it’s so hard to tell
Ayo, I got a story to tell
The smell of death on the morning rise, bitch
Another cataclysm of homicide
Reading books, opening chapters of war
Analyze your tactics from the outside to the core
I sent my ghost on tour
Me and Camoflauge Monk in the labratory
He compose the landscape, I select the category
It’s mandatory, tell my sorceress hand me the glory
My main source of energy powers the story
Onto the next saga, they shot my nigga Corey
I’ll bang Capone-N-Nore
Shout out my nigga Tory
We handing out ass whoopings to mans pushing
Don’t roll down the back or you’re ass
You trash, pussy
Gas, rookie
Been holding gats since middle school
To my last hooky, I bet my last cookie
Push to shuttle with no rebuttle
To get some ass, pussy
If I ain’t ill, then you really overlook me
Look how far this rap shit took me
Hopping out the Benz, rocking Supreme and Stüssy
King of the underground, 360 spun around
What goes around comes around
Make it above the ground
Monopolize rap in the expansion of other sounds
We isolate beats and desolate 'em to underground
Mother pound
Hail queen, I’m like Stanley with the steam
Shoot the head from the body clean, nigga
Undefeated, my team nigga
Beam niggas, I’m like Pun, I’ll shatter dreams, nigga
Who want war?
God of rap
Spit till my tongue sore, drop one more
Dump God tape, you on the first floor
For all my niggas asking 'bout part four
I’ll see you niggas soon on the dump tour
Who want war?
God of rap
Spit till my tongue sore, drop one more
Dump God tape, you on the first floor
For all my niggas asking 'bout part four
I’ll see you niggas soon on the dump tour