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contraband sweat in the crates all foul slime leak burn through the floorboards now ship cough blood with a neon croak rats chant curses while the engines choke ops on the tail with they claws all high scanners beam straight but the ward still lie slime drip trail make the cosmos bend every corner twist into death again tunnels breathe rot like a sewer inhale walls melt colors till the laws turn pale sirens scream sick with a migraine pitch I flip the beat once and the whole void glitch cops bark orders through a crackling haze but the slime too thick it distort they ways every badge face warp in the drip I grin staff hum bass and I crack that spin lights flash red like a wound in night drones spit beams through the muck all tight I weave my ship through a snotwave wall whole fleet crash blind in the slime pit crawl skulls of the old still float in grime each one whisper law names in time I count they sins with a crooked smirk and I charge that tax till the void berserk contraband hum like a preacher drunk glow drip slick with a hallucinant funk cops breathe fumes that twist they head they see they mamas in the slime instead ops fire wild but the bullets curve each shot sink deep in the filth they serve demons in the sludge start to clap on beat crown my throne in the sewer’s heat ship crack ribs with a splatter moan hull leak dreams in a neon tone alarms cry low like a dying priest I spit hex raw let the law decease slime tunnels dance with a pulse so crude ops lose faith in the chains they glued I ride wave dirty with a limp so true slime in my veins keep the chase renewed I crash through caverns where the rot drip thick bats scream code in a glitchy click ops spin lost in the fumes so raw one start prayin to a slime drip god walls close in with a moldy breath every cop choke like they tastein death I laugh in void with my staff all hot contraband safe though the hull half rot Bitch contraband pulse in a black hole hum staff glow low but the chase ain’t done ops get trapped in illusions thick each wall reflect all the lies they spit I pass through filth with my eyes all cold laws drown slow in the muck I sold I walk away limp with a grin too sharp block eat good when I sell that part dawn drip slow through a slime soaked sky ops all ghosts with they dreams run dry contraband stacked and the fee all mine I torch they files with a curse in rhyme nullus slime lord never bow no law I bend they badge to a demon’s claw I drip through void with a staff all lit I am the nightmare they can’t acquit hah yuh yuh bitch contraband whisper like a cursed old prayer glow so heavy make the void all stare rats crawl sigils on the hull in red each rune a trap for the badge instead ops chase blind in a hall of glass each reflection twist till they trip on past slime eat sound till they deaf on cue I glide through muck with the block in view tunnels cough black like a lung all tore every breath taste mold on core lights flick wild like a junkie’s eyes laws see ghosts in they brother’s guise guns misfire when the echoes bend ops shoot ops cause the dream won’t end slime lord nullus still coast on beat contraband thump like a demon’s heat hull split wide but the spell hold tight slime drip slow from the cracks in night alarms spit sparks with a neon grin but I weave through dark where the laws can’t swim ops pray loud to a god ain’t real only slime hear pleas when they wounds won’t heal staff hum bass make the cosmos drip I lace illusions till the minds all flip each cop sink in a vision too raw see they chains snap quick see they badge all flaw one dream of gold while the slime eat skin one dream of kin while they veins run thin tunnels don’t care they digest all sins crown them bones with a voidborn grin I pass on calm like a shadow mute robe drag grease when the laws salute contraband bleed through a crack in time I sip that drip like a vintage wine ops still crawl in a sewer of lies while I sell hope cheap with a grin disguise tunnels expand like a throat all wide cops fall in with no rope to guide echoes all curse like a preacher’s spit each verse a fee and I tax that quick ship groan low like a beast in pain staff glow green like a toxic vein void rats bite wires but they chew in tune bassline crack till the walls maroon ops lose track of the night from day slime so thick they can’t find way each star blink shut like a door on lock I skate that grime with the block in stock tunnels chant back with a hum so crude each echo mimic what the laws once spewed each lie they told bounce back tenfold till they lungs all choke and they tongues grow cold I feed illusions till they debts expand each curse stack high like a banker’s hand ops cry blood when they scripts collapse I watch from slime with a grin that snaps contraband heat in the crates all mad pulse beat wild like a junkie’s jab ops chase slow in a haze too thick they stumble on rot when the floorboards shift I slip through cracks where the filth grow deep my name carved bold in the slime they keep laws see visions of a judge on high but the gavel drip rot and the robe all sly ship spit sparks when the void cave in cops hold breath but the filth still win each one sink in a tar pit grave each badge dissolve when the slime misbehave staff hum slow with a steady bass crown on tilt with a grime-lord face ops still curse but they teeth fall loose slime drag heavy and the truth produce tunnels stretch long like a serpent’s back laws chase blind but the path off track stars all warp in a hall of rot slime so slick make they grips all drop I ride with calm like a ghost through pain robe drip grease leave a permanent stain contraband hum till the block all fed slime lord nullus still alive not dead ops fade quick in the muck too sour each one see visions of they final hour jaws snap shut when the void consume cops drown slow in a sepsis tune contraband shine with a sickly gleam I feed the block off a nightmare dream rats sing praise when the crates unload I limp through slime where the laws corrode dawn still drip through a sewer sky slime still coat every dream they try contraband stacked and the tax all mine laws can’t breathe when I twist that line nullus slime lord with a grin too raw robe drag heavy through the block I saw each day a chase but I live this way slime be my crown and the grime my pay Yuh Rich Homie Nullus Black Rock Coven Crew Respect