"Came to the club smelling like a pound of purple"

X-Caliber Verse:
I Came into the club smellin like a pound of PURPLE... KUSH.... Movin like Steve Erkle.
look I got the glasses, slow like malasses,
with my speech when i'm chopped and laughin off my ass,
askin how can I rhyme so fast when I blow so much smoke,
I don't know, I blaze as audio unfolds,
cause a ruckus on the show, audience low and behold, captavated by the flows and the fumes admitted from our clothes, So...
Once we let the curtins go,
its lights out curtins for these foes,
our hustle and flow reek havoc like the horsemen of the 4,
sever there heads and have there body hit the.. floor, tryin to out smoke us think-ith again no more,
i'm the legendary sword am I stoned of course,
its embedded in my core from which I've been forged, so I twist a spliff flame on humen tourch................. Flame on humen tourch.

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Sean Justice Verse:
Look don't make me turn these snails into slugs when I bust'em out the shell
with this hammer these haters man i'm puffin on that Bruce Banner.
Incrediable hulk (chea) thats that green and purple weed
and they know i'm movin slow motion off that promethazine....
Now i'm leanin to the side wit it,
couple shots of everclear hit the weed now i'm high get it,
you know how I get it, SHIT, anyway I can,
Everything I do is a hustle so i'm hustlin, (Chea, Chea) best get on your hustle then,
if you can't flip a pound on your own then you need some muscle then (muscle then),
kickin it with BUD-EZ and my Buddy Daniel Black on the track we fittin to get this money,
puffin, puffin on this purple kush smellin like some sweet cologne,
Drinkin on whatever from Everclear to shots of Patron, watch your mouth in the club hit you with a shot to your dome,
you did this to yourself pussy you are accident prone..

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J-Dubbz Verse:
As soon as I step through the door, you can smell it from my pours,
not even my colonge could cover it up I am sure,
of this.. take a whif of the piff, as I enter the relm of fake dudes and even faker tits,
now everybody rushin us, like you about to roll a dutch, if you rollin one you can roll wit us, if not then kick rock, and go and shut the FUCK up, quiet when there's haze to puff,
No need to ask for a hit cuz i don't want a sip from your cup,
and i'll make it quit clear don't fuck with that light beer, only straight shots of anything from Rum to Everclear, the music and this weed so loud can hardly hear,
and i'll never fear runnin these streets anywhere,
cuz Black he got that shotty, so that means we got the skunk,
you know Justice got a blunt, punk get hit with the pump,
and have you slumped body thrown in the trunk,
waitin to get dumped,
purple green and orange got BUD-EZ feelin CRUNK...

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Daniel Black Verse:
YO!!!! I'm a rapstar in a black car,
when I pull up with this shotty,
look im that hard, you lack bars,
i don't really think you want it, take it that far,
we'll leave you scarred, all my weed in a glass jar,
I masterd, I don't really think you have a Nascar wit a crash bar,
you are not a rapstar, with trash bars,
we'll hit you in your face all through your kevlar and breath hard,
turn you into retard, have your face in kickball,
have your face in kickball, then kick hard,
you'll have a c,c,con,concussion like Brett Farve,
i'm hard like Wallace Maynard,
its Daniel Black and the B.U.D,
do it Biggie style E.Y.E, take a hit of this D.I.E,
we are high can't you see, can't you see,
can't you see, can't you see, (can't you see),
eyes so low ya'll lookin like ants to me,
O.G Kush Purple tree, Chocolate tie, Angel D, all my Hash A.D.E.....

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