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IGNANT FLOW



Let me spit this flow that's Ignant



As my rhythm just pivots



As I murder it and kill it



When they want it I can give it



Words are my mistress and our union



Can be Illicit



I give graphic serenades without being explicit



I'm more provocative when I speak the truth



Without a F uck ,p***y, cock in it I command the booth



I overstand that the youth are the Fewtch



We gotta write instead of shoot



Put that mind to some use, yeah I know you want that loot



Just think about the price you'll pay to get those figures



Dumb down your diction and pull those fantasy triggers



The more Ignorant you sound I guess the more you get bigger



Walmart packages Niggas, but at Walmart ban Nas's Nigger?



I have power over NIGGER, cus it's under my feet



If ya Abolish it in public, they'll still say it discreet



I don't give sheeeet because it's not pertaining to me



My words are like boundless beaches, that word is a grain to me



What can be gained by me? I'm just on the Ledge I Know



Kinda Ironic I'm educated and versed, while spittin this Ignant flow



P.O.P.





I know you've been Abandoned



Yeah Yeah baby I know you been abandoned



I know yall miss the P.O.P. doing serious damage



Bored by these pawns, yo the king's flow is lavish



Get some lyrical viagra limp poets you know You niccas had it



Know who be the baddest? know who be the maddest?



Dem dieing to be FLY but you aint graduate to maggot



So bag it up nickel up but ladies want the weight



Aye!



Ya fans fickle up when they find you aint great



Aye!



Don't have what it takes to make them throb and shake



Aye!



You lukewarm puddles, I got much fire in this lake



You've expired past your date



Your milk is rotten you spotting up this place



It aint shocking that you hate



Spittin all that human waste



Your rhymes are so restless



They search for an anal escape



Oh that was so deep you touched my sooouulll



siiiigghhhh smile



ooohhh I Luv yo style



P R O J E C T I L E



In this literary belly even my vomit is provocative



Needy vulvas after a while need a real c**k in it



Yeah that's how POP be rockin it



It just no stoppin it



they Dry humpin ya minds



While i'm Out the box Knockin it



So amateurs put a sock in it



Your daddy's home



BPC ladies tired of kissing, they ready to bone



Don't be mad yall just spittin a lil random



So how you want it ?



I know you been abandoned.



P.O.P.



Poetic weight



Yo 2006 I ran it and faded away in 07

BPC slipped into web purgatory

08 We crossed into Heaven

O Seven they tried to divide

You know they couldn't conquer

All this lyrical mobsters all of these

Poetic Monsters

Constantly Napalming

Our foes

Embalming them half dead poets

With

some cyanide flows

We don't even have to oblige those Aimoo Hoes

We spit Diamonds cause

Our teeth is black coal

You gotta stick with a team through the highs and lows

On one accord with my peoples

As we breakthrough and leap through

The strong will survive gotta leave the weak and feeble

All the wack stragglers well I know you seeped though

You'll still be crying wolf with your words and

Know one will believe you

P.O.P. will definitely relieve you

Only if you want it

We running it this time, got stay up on it

BPC is the cartel, prolific is the soldiers

It's about that time we push that weight

from our shoulders

Raw no baking soda.



Yessirrr



And we Back for the first time

Giving what they lack in there lines

BPC officially back on the grind

Haters fall way in back of the line

We part clouds to shine

Depart from Minds to Pen

To Paper

So we can Redefine

The rebirth a movement

That aint stop moving

Still got to throw some hobos off this train but

We've proven to be

The hottest, realest, believe me

They've never decieved me

Cause it's run by the realest Dude I know

M to the Geeezy

I'll be here when ya need me

You know where I be

Forever rollin wit the



B and to the P and to the C



aye.





Yo I love the heat of Monotony, BPC's fire is Infectious

Christians 7 and a crescents come here to get their blessings

Students come get your lessons

Haters come get ya lashin

When you come up in this bitch

You see 100% of what you you been lackin

Like Magnets we attractin

Positives and... negatives

We keep the unruly in line like kids

These lyrics make the droolers need Bibs

Bpc is mainly run by the beautiful Adams Ribs

It aint hard to tell just open them eyelids

I love all my ladies cause they the butter jelly and Bread

P.O.P. toast's inner desires

Turn dreams to wetter beds

I'm ready to wed my BPC bride

Time to divorce the lukewarm



Here wit the best I reside



Keep it going yall



Now since Ladyday wiped all the bitches away

Witness Protection is over I wipe the snitches away

Burn em at the stake like witches of yesterday

Angelic chefs you better get out of Hell's kitchen Today

We ready for all you pussys that be switching and betray

Don't get too comfy and cushy you kittens, you prey



If you smitten wit dissarray well you have another thing coming

BPC is like viet congs in jungles that's gunning

When its on BPC rumbles got naysayers running

Lyrics we got Bundles to blow... now u say somethin?

Predators that stay offensive, HOT DAMN we cunnin



We becoming evolved catepillars

Just getting iller and Iller

Don't turn around and look at those other forums...

Or you'll turn to salty ass pillars

Come here to get ya fill up

Broken hearts read ya heal ups

Horny asses go to erotic and lyrically feeled up



Got a lil something for all

Let's show em how a real site balls...

Let the spectators gaze and crawl



BPC Grab ya balls ... If if you love HIP HOP Ladies grab ya teets if ya rolling wit POP  !!!





P.O.P.



Yo





Aye aye aye aye aye aye ! yo



Check it



B to the P and to and to the C



P O to the P



Then you gotta



We put this game in a chokehold,

Pressures on ya throat fold

We break then we bless foes

We kill them for a threshold

Coke in nose, weeded brain, dope in vein

It’s aaall the same

I got my ANGELS DUSTED off that

Poet of Pain

Aint nuttin change but the game is the same

Got soldiers over HERE

Over there is___________________LAMES

Over there is those bitch ass snitches

Bum ass niccas

Last years niccas

This is hell get out the kitchen

I’m WISHING that you want it

Oh you don’t wanna DIE (lyrically)

Need a truth enema cuz you

So full of LIES

Got some dirt on my shoulders

You’ll never SULLEN I

I BURN through ya scalp

I’m SO full of LYE

We raise you lil bitches

We father and mother guys

When we RISE better HIDE

Who’s those

OTHER GUYS????





BPC Anthem





B to the P and to the C





P O to the P



Then you gotta



B to the P and to the C



M to the G



Then you gotta

Then you gotta