Erick Arc Elliott

[Verse 1 : SHAMROCK]

They say hip hops dead, hurry call the E.M.T.s

White on the surface, little black underneath

And I spit it so sweet so they call me cookies cream

Keep your head up or i'll rock you, like a muufuckin screen

Beats, rhymes and money, homie that's my holy trinity

Endlessly, eating beats up, I'm the remedy

For the ill, I'm the vaccine

My flows cold boy, im the new Nat King

See me cruising in the GT,lady in white

Don't keep many bitches, but great Dane is my vice

Sitting up on the clouds, but never touched that sticky

Call me RUN R.M.C cause decifering is tricky

The first ones free, having you coming back for more

Got you fiending for this shit, got you guessing whats in store

Walter White up in this bitch, bow down to the king

Bout to blow up so y'all can call me Gus Fring

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Erick Arc Elliott

Erick Arc Elliott

Erick Arc Elliott

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