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husl - outlandish كلمات الأغنية

[intro: tarod rashon]
(whistles)
ayy, psst, you gon’ die

[hook: husl]
all our cuts is outlandish
extraordinary swords that we brandish
yeah, all our cuts is outlandish
our music got that heat–it’s cold, they can’t stand it
ahhh, all our cuts is outlandish
razor-blade spittin’–peroxide, then bandage
ahhh, all our cuts is outlandish
we eatin’ over here and y’all just lookin’ famished

[verse 1: husl]
the left brings drama, the right wields katanas
death does the honor while life goes bananas
i flip a turn, then turn an urn to earn an earnest living
i bounces, then i pounces ’til my ounces pound the ceiling
i’m with obi j-walker–crossin’ outside the lines
breakin’ ankles out of bounds, it’s different angles i incline
we the true skywalkers–them others is luke-warm
hot as prophecies from socrates–like soccer teams, we kickin’ storms
climbing up the climate, ’cause we weathered for whatever
whenever the weather wets us, we weapon up new endeavors
indebted to double damage while levitating the levers
like beverages, we be poppin’, so the top is never severed
i’m a don rollin’ with tarod rinnegan
they be tryna match sights but the vision too beyond
they be bettin’ bets
we be dicin’ dice
so if you gamble your chances, guarantee you gettin’ sliced

[verse 2: obi j]
outlandish
i run a blitz, i cause some damage
i’m buzzin’, you spammin’, yo trigger jammin’
you lost in rotation, i’m on another planet
walkin’ with that bag on me–i just landed
that silent chaser sh-t, my army’s well-commanded
i got that cut off notice right here–let me hand it
sorry for the late notice, i was recommended
i thought they told you, you’re no longer relevant
i’m ’bout to play this game of cricket, husl, hold my sh-t
i’m checkin’ settings, if it’s not “off,” man, i gotta switch
don’t hit that ditch–
i press that clutch and then them gears i switch
“player 2 just left”–a n-gg- quit
flyin’ up in the ozone
two-piece and a yellowbone
two phones and a lot of stone
i’m in a whole ‘nother timezone
somewhere now unknown
i stay plugged like headphones
make yo sh-t get postponed while i sit on my throne

[verse 3: tarod rashon]
it’s the return of the headphone samurai
hit me with your best shot–you gon’ get camera shy
diamonds all you plan to buy?
i spit more jewels than that santana guy
one cut, ya girl fantasize
i hold seminars for scimitars
i’m spittin’ bars like gaston singin’ a rap song
i “spit” in “bars”
slash like minotaur
it’s little too late, now everybody lay down like pat benatar
this the renaissance, like q-tip bookin’ a hotel in harlem
lookin’ for leonardo deep in gutter gardens
my sword art don’t stay online
peep the scars of the suckas that don’t pay on time
my rhyme style’s excalibur caliber
it’s a fruit ninja m-ssacre
one swipe, i’ll end ya whole calendar
challenge us? nah, you ain’t ready for that
i’ll be sharper than my blade when you’re ready to rap
let’s go

[outro: husl]
ahhh, a-a-all our cuts is outlandish
razor-blade spittin’–peroxide, then bandage
ahhh, a-all our cuts is outlandish
we eatin’ over here and y’all just lookin’ famished

- husl

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