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"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and there are others, that are very malignant..."

(Saafir)
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go drop a bug in that
Post up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer brain is on high octane
Ripping like a rocket man
Block it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and ready
Garlic bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo
Write to the gods like it's legendary
Some might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest plate crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply touched
That think I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak Halloween mask
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

"Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...    a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,    and there are others, that are very malignant..."      (Saafir)   Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)   Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo   Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man...      (Andre Nickatina)   When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit   Gun nailed you to the crucifix   I ain't new improved man I'm true to this   Ain't nothin you can do to this   Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head   Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads   I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that   Gotta go drop a bug in that   Post up where the drugs is at   Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at   My computer brain is on high octane   Ripping like a rocket man   Block it try to stop it man   You'll end up in my pocket man   Bust like a bullet in a watermelon   What's the CD there you're selling   Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling   Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity   Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary   Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery   Dead just like a battery, from this major battery      (Saafir)   I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black   Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"   Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game   All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame   Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at?"   Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack   Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings   Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"   Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green   Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes   I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life   Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic      (Andre Nickatina)   Walked out of court doin major bragging   Bruce Lee down like danger dragon   Blue jeans doin some major sagging   Freak can bump hard in the station wagon   Hot heavy and ready   Garlic bread with the spaghetti   Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo   Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo   Write to the gods like it's legendary   Some might think its imaginary   In the rap game freak I popped the cherry   What you gotta say about that   Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil   Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me   Check it, load me up and then cock me back   Then come right back with the counter rap   He's bustin raps till he collapse   Or at least until his chest plate crack      (Saafir)   I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas   that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do   But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you   You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin   Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt   and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen   I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas   that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do   But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you   You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin   Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt   and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen   I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking   He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping   With some real heat star 6-70    For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly   It's not hard, you can depend on me,   Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome   Only difference I don't drink much    And mothafuckas get deeply touched    That think I give a fuck tryna get money   but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off   Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit   Crack that weak Halloween mask   and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping      West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...      "Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."