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Papoose

Production Murder, Pt 1

 

Production Murder, Pt 1

(álbum: June - 2021)


(Bell rings)
This is part 1
Uh (Papoose, Papoose)

Don't make me put the beats on you
I'll put the beats on you
Make me put the beats on you
I'll put the beats on you
Make me put the beats on you
I'll put the beats on you
Make me put the beats on you

Why do they think producers in Hip-Hop are our scholars?
Large is a professor, Dr. Dre is a doctor
We conquered fashion, yet they ask can he dress?
But when they see me in that drip, they say man, he fresh
If you don't think we're out of this world, then you the next fool
Cause Pharrell ain't from this planet, he from Neptune
Keep a swiss army knife, my girl used to wear K-Swiss
How many different ways can I flip it to say Swiss?
When Swizz put the beats on you, he gon' leave you swiss
Cause when he Just Blaze the target, I don't think Al commits
Looking west like Kanye, let off shooting
Keep the Tri-State and Metro Boomin
I don't know why they call him Timbaland but them beats blast
He might be named after a boot cause them beats put a foot in your ass (damn)
When I say Preemo, I ain't speaking spanish
DJ Premier, living legend, doing damage
Start learning from Erick Sermon, cause that guy gon' teach
If you refuse, then that's the reason you got no meat
You never had a Havoc track, I guess you're not so street
You never heard a beat knocking 'til you rock with Pete
If you don't know that Tip got heat, it ain't my fault
Clean out your ears with a Q-Tip, peace to Scott Storch
All of my dogs is rottweilers, they go hard
Get bucked wild like the RZA, peace to the gods

feito

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