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Papoose

Lyrical Gangsta

 

Lyrical Gangsta

(album: Most Hated Alive - 2012)


Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [x5]

When I kick it, I kick it ass as to beat with my enemy
You have thought it was 10 to me on point like a widow peak
Got that liberally give them dearies that do what it do,
Payin a picture like doodling, you ain't shit but do do,
In the city where see me get pointed that damn it you
You can hide, you get it if you want to, I do karate moves
But the crush and tigers just might get broken down by a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood terrorist got the terror when this people scared
That's why my intelligence tell me to keep a band aid
Tell em fuck you I'll tell you fuck you back with my index finger
I can flip on some killershit but I'd rather keep cool
Keep it so remind it try not to be a pussy like you
Nigga that cali cold attack, cali on my back to my toy so break nigga
This is where set does game.

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [x5]

I talk a smitten I'm so religious I blow your wicked,
Make em close the stiches, hells kitchen I'm throwing dishes
This is spoken wisdom as I journey a poet's mission
I'm a lift it, my flow is gift it
She cold with a bow and ribbon the role of riches,
Low the bisquits let's go to distance
I'm blow and listen my car how why you with a broke ignition
They so suspicious, low and vicious with no convictions
Juries making their own decisions they want us to go to prison
Cold adrenaline I got this soul like a poet's living
So is spitting it's like I'm co-existent to prohibition
I'm a dressin critics who say these widows the best as spit it
Disrespect the spirit, or the artist who rap with lyrics
Mother of statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic, they stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my best of missed it
Best that ever did it,
Papoose is the definition.

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [x5]

done

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