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ace the supreme – flatbush كلمات اغاني

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[verse 1: siege]

it’s a lyrical warfare/i see enemy vipers on the loose
so i think fast n place mad on snipers on the roofs
on a real/ spit ___ that makes your writers call a truce
pyro flows, napalm, lighters in the booth
treat this game like a chessboard
my generals stay back n plan attacks while i send my rest forward
strategic, mistakes never repeated
till the plan of domination has succeeded
all enemies depleted (i’m a god)
it’s worldwide when i reach around
every battle’s action_packed with bl__dy lethal rounds
try to step to the pack and u get beaten down
even now these n_ggas so broke that they can’t lift a pound
(haaaaa) dj let the records spin
greenhouse, i’m stacking the cabbage so bring the lettuce in
thinking that u fly my n_gga then u get jettisoned
covid with the flow for me there ain’t no medicine

[verse 2: ace the supreme]

my syllable is the pinnacle of rap
unpredictable lyrical, it’s more like blits when i snap
silverback gorilla attack your habitat
provocateur, i raid forts and leave bodies stack
(uh)
my allure attract women clad in fine linen
with frame that’s best of both world like brazilians
soph0m_re in school of hard knock, degree in villainy
fed off your ministry’s litany to reach my divinity (yoh)
i ain’t your regular. combat specialist like nebula
my punchline register on any competitor
i’m the original man, you just a replica
vehicular homicide when i send shots to your celica
i’m xarxes to greece, minx is like golden fleece
neck decked with a frozen piece
a mason the way am molding this beat (woo)
ace supremacy, divine penmanship
heresy to a papacy, death is the penalty when you censor me

[verse 3: plasthic slash]

on these mean streets, you could lose your watch in no time
shorties dream big, reality’s a f_cking slow grind
it blows minds, cash cows or wealthy bovines
a bad spouse? i’ll trash vows, dispel the old lines
ha! preachers preach in my city, some everyday
draw closer to god? i’ll leave graffiti on heaven’s gate
the mirror image of a man in the looking gl___
recipe for disaster planned in a cooking cl___
whooping ___, bros, i can’t come and carry last
your comedy of errors forced laughter from an agelast
slash brags iller
you armed to the t__th like a conodont but couldn’t do this to the maxilla
batter your feeble frame for faking your shine
you’ll see your physical change like the slaking of lime
abuse drugs and curse mannerless pharmacists, i’m uppity
yapping about flying saucers ain’t my cup of tea

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