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Brotha Lynch Hung

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Raw

(앨범: Torment - 2019)


[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
There's only five emcees in California that spit that raw shit
Real lyrics, nigga
We don't be talking that bullshit
Me and Crooked I
We raw

[Crooked I:]
Better run when we coming around the corner
Lights out, chopper to chopper is hanging out the window
Ah, every time you feel the breeze niggas bleed
That mean we killing niggas whenever the wind blow
Ahh, it's hot, hol-hol-hollow tips melting your organs
They hot enough to burn hard steel
First your body tumble around on the ground
Then it slip and you in mid-air, like you doing cartwheels
Skrt, that's the car wheels
Time to get outta Dodge so I get out the Dodge
Reality's like a bitch who shoulda swallowed the kids, but
Instead, the morning after she gotta swallow the heart pill
Uh, I put the silencer on the nose of the Glock
Now tell me now, how the fuck you hear the gun pop?
The bullet traveling faster than the speed of sound
So when you heard the sonic boom you thought it was a gunshot
None of you rappers wanna disrespect
When I'm spitting something like Bizzy Bone mixed with Tech
Something like Busta and Twista, I'm fly 'til I die
Like a pilot in a jet who finger missed eject
Then he hits eject, parachute won't open
Started wrapping around his throat and then it twist his neck
Meanwhile his dead body is dropping on top of a miniature yacht
That's how you better hit the deck, 'cause I'm raw ('Cause I'm raw)

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Lights out when I pull the knife out
Leaving bodies cold like they in the ice house
I'm grimy, you better not breathe
And you better not let a nigga catch you in your sleep
I'm high like a straight Jamaican
So I hit the kitchen to make some bacon (Get it?)
Make some bacon, cheddar cheese, whatever
I got meat from when I put one in your sweater
I get raw like alligator meat
Put a nigga in a chokehold, put him in the free-, nope
Put him in the backyard, he tried to act hard
I'm lactose, I make a back roast
Hit that car (That car) and that car (That car)
And that car (That car) and that car (Rah)
And they coming together regardless
Throwing rocks at the nigga that get it the hardest
They don't know I'm mental retarded
Put the pussy in the bed and give it the hard stiff

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