[I Corleone I]

quick keystyle..


Yo..


I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina,
rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera//
rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs,
rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles//
Corleone above all, with a skill intangible,
strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you//
my vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable,
mixed with a bit of propane, and range of an animal//
I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous,
to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest//
I train the hardest and remain the smartest,
type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it//
'cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,-
chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston//
or even a video that was previously recorded,
with me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded//
naybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment,
a sketch of spiderman and some little green martian//
or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking awkward,
stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawlin'//
Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence,
coded in secrecy, for demonic messages//
firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship,
designed for alien operative contendership//

[I Corleone I]

quick keystyle..


Yo..


I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina,
rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera//
rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs,
rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles//
Corleone above all, with a skill intangible,
strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you//
my vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable,
mixed with a bit of propane, and range of an animal//
I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous,
to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest//
I train the hardest and remain the smartest,
type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it//
'cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,-
chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston//
or even a video that was previously recorded,
with me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded//
naybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment,
a sketch of spiderman and some little green martian//
or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking awkward,
stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawlin'//
Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence,
coded in secrecy, for demonic messages//
firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship,
designed for alien operative contendership//