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ill-t - simple interlude كلمات أغنية

[ ill-t ]

i’m spitting 16’s till’ my lips bleed
you’d swear my inks gasoline
ghost peppers be
sweating from me
the way, the flame, incinerates
the page, upon which i paint
my sk!lls, till my wrist sprained
floridas where i originate
bred from rakim and wayne
let me rephrase
im inspectah deck from wu tang
decked in gucci’s bart chain
words worth money, my flow change
lyrical accomplishments, gets acknowledgment
when i start to spit to the audience
big word spree, but im dope keepin it simple
ill pop ya like a pimple
this n-ggas just p-ss, punks, ill pump
metal to your ears over funk
i runnin it on tracks till i hobble on my ankles
chilling to the wack, will i topple ya paper
take your women
and watch close, they’ll exhibit what a simp is
when they say chivalry is dead, i grin and i laugh
trust ya thot, you’ll get a shiv in the back
or clapped , if you walk on us and you’re timing is wrong…
you know the story biggie told in that song

- ill t

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