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bru castellano - warning shots lyrics
[verse 1]
y’all don’t wanna face off, i’m bergeron in the dot
murder holmes in the spot, -ssertive arm like ya pops
y’all know i murder mics like i’m mike render
yeah, i own the f-ckin’ mic, you just a mic renter
i’m here to menace ya and finish ya with the finisher
critics tryna call me a cynic, that’s the only way to be a winner
in this game it’s a cold world, no jermaine
n0body to hold your hand, haters throwing dirt on ya name
gotta protect ya neck like the wu-tang gang
martyrs know self-respect, you could learn from ’em mayne
i’m self-conscious but i keep it honest with my content
your sh-t nonsense, you really catching homis in ya honda?
with a bad chick from rwanda? with a fat -ss and many condoms?
got plenty problems, thinking this dude gon’ f-ckin’ solve ’em
in her cute lil’ accent saying “what’s what boy?”
lil’ do she know her man is a fuh-uck boy
she don’t defend her crease, won’t receive the norris
not one for horseplay nor do i play with wh0r-s
of course i’m a balla but i’m serious though
a force for the dollar, gotta gross ridiculous dough
blitzin’ the foe, itch in my throat from this meticulous flow
my isms is dope, my presence is gold, you living a hoax
the illest since snotnose, deep as l-dot potholes
heartless narcos, stylo black, white like bar codes
punk nut hugger, p-ssed i’m a young stunna
keep it one hunn-ed, never any number under
take a dip in my tank brother, i’m the blood hunter
you gon’ bunt, i’m a slugger, y’all some chump muhf-ckas
claim to be a c-nt bussa, out to lunch dumb hustler
coming from the gutter, love to slump mark bustas
yeah, we love to slump mark bustas
letter to compet-tors, i sever the head of you amateurs
my metaphors keep me body bagging on the regular
keep it low key, brother, i’m the handler on the hammer
that damage ya, on the canvas can’t compare to my character
rap excalibur a threat to your capillaries
my vocabulary stabbing holes in my adversaries
have to bury ya, embarr-ss ya, hit your girl punani
can’t help i’m selfish, that’s manny being manny
but manny wasn’t handy with the mic and pen, ya hype is dead
career on an ice bed, stomp ya out with the nike airs
i’m a knight geared with the finest armour, fight with honour, righteous author
sl!cker talk than stephen harper with hitmarkers on his nostrils
vamanos mami, tryna make my audios profitable
ceremony inaugural, castellan-o-bama flow
true presidenté of the hip-hop genre
sn-tch the mic out yo hands, i’m a p-ssed off kanye
young boy eat your broccoli, maybe one day
you’ll be strong as me, and won’t suffer from mediocrity
this comedy, you sloppily copy the prodigy
as a novelty, my quality topple the wannabes
my tone charles atlas, no room for the soft spoken
whatcha gonna do brother? bru the hulk hogan
of the talk totin’, top of the totem, i’m bolt golden
opponents getting scolded for wack flows they unloading
look no further, it’s the latin nat turner with a black burner
young, foul earner, bru to bag ya while you turn up
catch you biting like dracula, have you seeing lavender
vernacular spectacular, got the bars to back it up
my hat straight, pair of clean ones on my feet
imma hand you these ones like i hand you defeat, boy
[outro]
yeah, these the warning shots for any rapper that wanna come at me like that
yeah, y’all don’t want it
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