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blank (russia) - mic check. part 1 كلمات الأغنية

you haven’t been the same ever since my name was born
the forecast of this game is that i bring the storm
so i’ll ring this doorbell, should i walk right in
just know that i don’t smell, look, nor gotta talk like him
not a doctor slinks to god, 2pac, rock in
even if we were chickens wouldn’t cluck like him
be on the block again with the biggest glock i can
but know you’re 25 years old look at the clock again i’m clark & kent. that life was kryptonite i used to ignite the crib now i rip the mic
like i flipped the bike, break a rib i might
i always force my lungs to full capacity when i write
the tenacity of a knight, my pencil is my spear
precise ear, utensils and knife near this is a prize here, there’s a surprise near
give me the beef baby and tell me when to slice here
you’re just a pest on site to my insecticide
i’ll slash and wreck the side of your throat and have your neck decided
if you’re decapitated, cause life is all about the fate
one day you’re a savage, the other day you’re found bait
i was carved to harm a fellow, armed with a pillow
he’s upsidedown in his bed like an armadillo
i’ll arm until i’m out of energy like battery
i’m like an unsuccessful diet ’cause now you see a fatter me
smoke pop-a-k!ll? and k!ll-a-pheno?
until my face get a mean shade of red like a phillapeano
you sold out like a failed chemo
while i’m so loco some people even say “blank el latino!”
my mind is like headb-tts
cause when it hits it will snap the top of your head off like haircuts
i’m used to slashing the torso up the abdomen
so if you battle them after me you’re only getting half the men
yeah! i’m still in the beginning! still into the small, the middle, the big women!
still into the tall, the little, the thick women!
still into the crawling and crippled, and sick women!
quick grinning up into a lot of pina colada
gotta be mentally out of it into a lot of handling simple narcotics mental psychotic, f-cking with candles for products
nipples and b-ttox girls
who wandered with the kid yeah, repeat the flow
who coming with the beef, yeah i see meat and go
on a good day, i’ll shoot knees, feet and toe
execution on a bad, defeat the row, oh
so now you want to taste the c-ke gram
well look around, now you gotta face the program
next thing you know you’re getting chased, oops a toe jam i told ya, now you get erased with no chance
i’m speaking like this ’cause i’ve been through this
take a soft mc and put a pen through this
i’m into this, i’d never mean to disrespect anyone whose ever been into less
but i’m into tresp-ssing put them into breast
rest in peace motherf-cker, make them eat the rest
bacon meat and breast, chicken gets beef and dressed
if you fight to the tooth, put the teeth to best
he’s too messed yeah, a little bit zany
insane he’s been ever since training
and draining, every single flow must go
this ain’t training, ever single joe must know
what it’s like to lose a battle, the lowest low
when you say yes to bro and no to hoe
where you don’t bribe with police, say no to po
where goodbye is peace and h-llo is yo
back in first grade, i took advantage of first aid
i thirst a bandaid and a nurse with her first raid
my perversed ways emerged and burst on my first day
i’m thirsty they kicked me out and let hers stay, the curse stayed
and it stayed in the worst way, i’ve been thirsty ever since my first birthday
where i was allowed to have bottles burst
and always cursed, and oh god please reverse me, it hurts me
but i love it when i do ill i’m only too ill and above when i do k!ll
and my verses, first is, i’m versus
every single little man-b-tch with purses
heavy on your cut, your sandwich reverses
every single little man twitching, worst is
the worst is, i can’t switch these urges
and you’re just a pure mess when it emerges
i told this girl that it was okay back in my country
she said you’ll never touch me, nor will you ever munch me
she said you’ll never crunch me, even if you punch me
so i knocked her out, and ate her like my lunch meat
let’s go flip-flop cause i’m back to this
i’m a pissed off hip-hop activist
smack the wrist, live long half of this
i’m a schitzo-sick glock-holding maximus
your mission is to better -ssume, multi-part your vision
mental dishing, hoop the metal tissue like a car collision
our condition you’d succeed, the fueds with the ufc
our tradition is to get sued ’cause you can’t see
epilepsy and seizures, i’m shaking blessed
taking splits up in your chest like some faking tits
forsaken and blitzed your kids when i’m making hits
’cause i ain’t got beef, i’m fat, i got bacon bits
i was messed up, but now my pace is fine again
i’m walking side to side, off a case of heineken
and in case i die again i know i’ve got my boys behind me
we’ve got you itching for that greenback like posion ivy
the noises ‘hind me, that makes you look like a jasmin
you ain’t a present, the future, you ain’t even a has-been
a visionary, i see past him, i’m lasting
’cause my rhymes spin like a ski cl-ss in aspen
i’m like a farmer, every time i roast a day son
i get approached by more pigs than a police station
always hesitation, probation with 30 issues
i’m european, you’re white trash like some crushed up dirty tissues gotta a bill in front of me, my name is cosby
your crazy posse caused me to place these grenades across me suicidal kamikaze, even if it costs me
boss me and you’ll end up paralyzed up in the frame like ozzy
i will fight a bull, see me push and pull
my words are like pens, i got a cushion-full
i’m uninvitable ’cause i’m comotion-full
k!ll off the puppet-master, i’ll come bushes bull
my tush is full diss me and experience exertion
i’m serious, k!ll off your previous and next version
you can’t speak, you’re just a text virgin
while i’m precise when it comes to my throat like a neck surgeon you’re always check-searching, but when money’s not the answer money will make you dance when you say “honey, i’ve got cancer” i’ve got a decade of support, like a top fan sir
while you make moves in the back like a pop dancer
i’m not top 10, so i must be irrelevant developing my element, then elevate the devilment
i put the h-ll up in anyone trying to exist
sit down and write a rhyme, try me i insist

- blank russia

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