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jakki the motamouth - break wit' ease كلمات أغنية

[intro]
no kid, no, f_ck off the mic
everybody can’t rhyme
this just, this ain’t your calling
get the f_ck off it

[verse 1: jakki, copywrite]
to all you punk_ass rappers and your confident crews
travel all of the mouths to battle motamouth, and you lose
shouting the blues and realize i’m ripping the best
play [?] with god and laugh when i get hit in the chest
and it’s me y’all, the seven eight, prominent force
off the motherf_ckin’ chain like i got a divorce
stick d_ck up in your chicken, but i’m not in the source
only cats that know my face is the cops on the force
i was bound in a baby basket on the front porch with a sign
reading “i’m a shady b_st_rd, raise me and get your ass kicked”
spittin’ nails, three words describe this male
like complimenting hades booty, nice as h_ll
you frail, try to rip me, watch your brain fail
so much vodka in my system, what i spit’ll burn your brain cells
i rain h_ll on cowards that hate well
’cause y’all the same people that know exactly how my name spelled

[chorus: jakki, copywrite]
motamouth, copywrite seventy_eight degrees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease
copywrite, jakki the motamouth, break emcees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease
[verse 2: copywrite]
high exalted, the one the world lost all hope for
the most dope lord, the one that christ goes throat for
this motherf_cker’s back, write a thirty_two bar verse
sniff sixteen lines and spit the other half
a threat, whether you a cadet or a vet
on stage in your face or on cassette in your deck
you well in the mix? f_ck sellin’ them hits
get your album release date pushed back as well as your wig
i still shine spitting that heavy metal
through a karaoke without any treble, weed henney rebel
you’re like a groupie i refuse to take to my telly
basically, you ain’t f_ckin’ with me on any level
lace the track then got soft, face the facts
say i’m wack, you can take my nut straight from tap
so let’s rise the stakes, all you gotta do is apply the date
i write rhymes with a lifetime supply of hate
copywrite, b_tch, who want what
i’m low key like cocaine with too much [?]
and you’re not facing my clique, you gave me your chick
now every time you french kiss her, you tastin’ my d_ck
y’all making me sick, and my hit was correct
and i don’t need p_ssy on wax but a b_tch in the flesh
and for not k!lling it right, i’m k!lling your life
dig it up, fill it with life, then k!lling it twice
[chorus: jakki, copywrite]
motamouth, copywrite seventy_eight degrees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease
copywrite, jakki the motamouth, break emcees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease

[verse 3: jakki]
it’s three battles, when wh0res spar, i’m like, what, you soft
every time you spit four bars, i’ma cut you off
we can take it beyond battling, with steel or a knife
’cause while you live real hip hop, i live real life
ahead of jakki, not even on my worst day
i’m ahead of my time, like i raised my cc’s and got first place
that no name rapper who dissed me, he’s a loony goon
he ’bout as silly as that track he stole from loony tunes
that trash he spit was mad doo_doo
shove an engine down my throat, i’ll swallow it, sh_t it out, and feed it back to you
i brawl a lot in all the spots
and like a psychic playing cr_ps, n_gga, i call the shots
you’ll need a hundred cats for one reason
to make the battle fair, pull out copywrite, the odds are uneven
i’ll hit your man after i waste y’all groupies
sh_t hits the fan like takin’ a dump on wesley snipes baseball movie
peace to [?] sl_ts and those who get ripped
n_ggas who asked to battle [?] crush they’ll probably get hit
just staring at you i can make your style disintegrate
i could destroy myself and make my whole body regenerate
so what you calm for? you’ll get shot
like a n_gga wearing orange fatigue in the vietnam war
i’m so hot it hurts your spouse
you don’t believe me? ask your b_tch, she sucked my d_ck and burnt her mouth
[chorus: jakki, copywrite]
motamouth, copywrite seventy_eight degrees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease
copywrite, jakki the motamouth, break emcees
and all you other fake motherf_ckers break with ease

[outro]
b_tch
megahertz sh_t
always ten

- jakki the motamouth

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