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elzhi - motown 25 lyrics
i end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears
they say i’m gifted
get lifted like the beers in cheers
catch a thunder bolt
pockets stay lump from hundred notes
stunnin quotes make you run ya coat while the sun’s afloat
prehaps
my skill is real as
g rap
as concealin drills in the knee caps,
your funny style get three snaps
in the circle
when off the purple and greens
i’m higher than the jeans on erkel
murk you
bust
tecs
the lead sparkin now who be my next head target
i lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
say my name three times in the mirror and if i hear ya
i’ll appear clearer,
extend both arms and pull you nearer
pound for pound
i’m, pretty live on the mic
and keep it flooded like mike, on motown 25
put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
i’m nice, keep a knot swole on dice
the way my pen’ll spark acid on the bar
whether in the crib or the car, blasted
son is a, prob rob funds from ya publisher
his dogs
put his guns to ya like
the punisher
the terminator
flow is harder
than a german major midterm paper,
the kid burns the saber
strikin cats, how you want it?
gats, spike or bats
i know you likin that,
stay sharper than viking hats
exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
bowels moving, they can’t hold p-ss
el and royce,
double team, hotter than a cup of steam
bury you, just as deep as a submarine
flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
you saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish
you met your death and although, i took away your breath and i ran
i still left with a grand like theft auto
you little n-gg-s can’t touch me baby
okay, maybe jay-z or maybe not
pardon if i sound lazy, i’ve been puffing crazy
writing puff’s sh-t so m-th-f-cka f-ck you, pay me
or lay down in your feces,
my guns talk, i’m speechless
my pen’s that teller
i bends that fella, now peep this
i eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
me and elzhi, yeah, we split
he’s sick, i’m sick,
i’m sick of how sick
he is, he’s sick of how sick me, is me, baby me
sickest in the d, since the slim shady lp
i can f-ck, that’s what ladies tell me
’83 i was f-cking, i was six
head in my momma’s daycare, yeah, that was nothing, i’m the sh-t
back into my rhyme again, n-gg-s call me arrogant
that’s because i’m confident, i found it when i found a pen
three deals later
three meals later, tryna win
about to be signed again, that’s right i’m ’bout to clown again
knock, knock, who is that? it’s the cat that’ll snap
throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
ha ha ha
i’m back, matter of fact i’ve never left
those who say they ain’t expect it, can’t accept it
haters left this, boy no choice but to blow
f-ck another ho from on another pole, f-ck a show
f-ck a flow, i’m about getting money fast
while you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow
ice glow
sticky green
capone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream
get him straight if he leans, 50 fiends in a line
nickle nine
been around, n-gg-s you would kneel around
from milan to iran i’m a don
now when i’m around n-gg-s calming down eating like it’s ramadan
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