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(アルバム: The Playground - 2009)


[Ubiquitous:]
Let's start from scratch, cause heart attacks
When back of a house of cars collapse
Cognates'll play too smart for that
See y'all from all sides, from narc to rats
Stay back, watch y'all fade to black
In the dark, what part of the game is that
I keep the fine art of the brain in tact
Frequent fly tongues when I blaze a track
I know about y'all since way back when
I can serve you and all ya gay-ass friends
Talk about big butts, fuck they lacking the cop rinse
Much less get a Maybach Benz
It's all braggadocio, ya rap so so
Ya talk is half-cocked ya backbone broke
The rap pro know come and ask to get
Ya flow is flaccid, won't last for shit like "Oh my god"
Blasphemous, How could hip-hop die but rap exists
Y'all get whats coming to you gat to fist
In my case, a bad bitch is stacking chips like "Word"
Y'all hella bad at this, you could duck yourself like some savages
I don't even need pad and pen, I'm so adamant about boosting my averages
They say rap's a rip, rip is a rap
Smooth confusion got a fifth in the backseat
I don't know if y'all just missing the bad beats
Or what but I'm crushing ya primitive rap scene from dusk

Sucka say how, this is my playground
Fucka better lay down before I buck a stray round
Sucka say how, this is my playground
Fucka better lay down before we buck a

[Godemis:]
Six for ya mind, here we go
I'm hit 'em wherever the pillow go
And I guess you could call it the center-flow
Not the typical lyrical penning pro
I'm a winner fo
Somebody told me to go 'head and hit 'em and let it go
But I wouldn't be satisfied with that so I decided to give her some more
Repping the mo, keeping a crown on my head whenever I step in the show
Swinging it up in the green room with the time I'm gonna be seen soon
I ain't sweating it though
Long as I'm getting the shows and getting the dough
We could let bygones be bygones, keep an eye on my all my brethren though
Dedicated, decorated in armor, calibrated by the way that my karma
Kill an enemy that's sleeping in slumber
Call it the Killer city winter wonderland
Certified a rip on y'all, we told em on Capture Enemy Soldiers
Nobody could hold us, now they got pay us like they owe us
For all of the years they hold us going outta town on a old bus
Knowing the reason the show sucks, cause we didn't know how to promote us
But nowadays, that's old news, cause this regular focused on show foods
They bringing the beef out our way, and we looking at it as tofu
So keep a couple in the waistline, while instead of stepping on the baseline
I ain't the one to waste time, if you wanna catch it in the face fine
Come and change my, my grammar Glock morphing into A-K con
That needle in the haystack rap, you suckers can't find
I put it on 'em with the gusto, cinematic with the brush stroke
Dean on 'em with the rough flow, still the feeling ain't enough though
I'ma dump rounds with nervously in the flag screaming lay down
The street lights is coming on, y'all better get off the playground

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