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jakki the motamouth - the chosen كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: jakki da motamouth]
weathermen, we rush other suckers
your crew is a bunch of gullible punk motherf_ckers
i drop gems like an angry synergy. you couldn’t
be my facsimile if you were part of my symmetry
your whole group couldn’t see the sh_t i show you
like a professional number two, i produce
ask your mom for the truth, try to relax, kid
i’m your daddy—that’s proof i can produce some wack sh_t
twenty_three of the six_hour bombs you finished
i’ll diminish with something i conjured up in six minutes
who the sick gimmicks that you brought to try me?
i’ll take more than your big brother and grandma to fry me
i see a bunch of motherf_cking rookies
your mom’s a crack addict, i can gеt p_ssy for cookies
you want obnoxious sh_t? i’ll pave the way
grab a shotgun and start picking off f_ggots at a g_y paradе
i hate you, i hate the world—that’s why
at open mic, i ate you, and, later on, i ate your girl
i’m throwing ten missiles. even if you duck, won’t miss ya
i’m only friends with you ‘cause i wanna f_ck your sister
when i’m doing a show, i clown a bit
get p_ssy_drunk then tell the crowd they all sound like sh_t

[hook: jakki da motamouth]
ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
i’m not here to rock the crowd, i’m here to crack some f_cking skulls in
which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when i’m caving your soul in
[verse 2: jakki da motamouth]
you know a n_gga good enough to put the crunch on jakki?
you know a n_gga good enough to catch a punch to the eye
so hard, his soul’ll flop right out of his sh_ll
now we can put the crunch on a motherf_cker in h_ll
your soul was amazed the moment you croaked. the moment
da motamouth stepped on stage’s the moment you choked
my crew is rocking you, so even if you tough
like a prude prostitute, i do not give a f_ck
i’m giving you rap fiends crack to feel what i deal
i’m that human vaccine that can deal with the ill
i’ll slay your raps. while you catch it back from behind
your man’ll play the back like a joystick attached to his spine
you talking a lot, you’re bullsh_tting me when you
secretly sneak your writtens in your off_of_the_top
i’ll turn an open mic into an open fight
pick the hardest n_gga in the crowd and spit on his wife
you could be the fastest rapper, but on the mic
i’m faster than a speed that’s faster than the speed of light
i’ll turn these soft_back cookies into mushy d_cks
even if i came at you v_g_n_l, you’d be p_ssy_whipped
i’ll beat past, knock you into next week
use a time machine, see you next week, and knock your ass two weeks back
you’re only underground when i bury your life
i’m underground but don’t follow underground stereotypes
the bomb’s set, soldier. you want a concept?
i’ll give to ya: all these n_ggas are con ‘cept mota
[hook: jakki da motamouth]
ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
i’m not here to rock the crowd, i’m here to crack some f_cking skulls in
which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when i’m caving your soul in

[verse 3: jakki da motamouth]
jakki
cage, camu tao, copywrite, tage
yak ballz, breezly brewin, masai bey
rattling men? you wonder how we. rat? it’s over, you’re dead
battle me in the thunderclouds, forever over your head
i’m k!lling mines. think twice before you diss me
better yet, nuke them f_cking thoughts and think about a million times
and if you still intact, you probably won’t be
allowed to rap because your brain will tell your mouth you wack
compete with me? lights out. i’m out, the best (i eat emcees)
like m_c_d or when they yell, “ds”
i’ll k!lling one_five_one while we kick it, chilling
with your son, hooking him up with diseased b_tches
you think you big, you f_cking sh_m_l_ freak? i’ll shrink you
like, “honey, i shrunk the female sheep”
please look, your whole st__z is took
from a cheese book. son, i got styles like teen wolf
i won’t listen to your rhymes ‘cause i’m stubborn as f_ck (he told you)
(you dope, they said you dope) i told you, “you suck”
columbus crew put it down, intalec
foul mouth, duck. clown all you loud_mouthed f_cks
i’m past the hype. you rhyme? i know you loft it
not trying to pass the mic? fine, i’ll throw you off it
[hook: jakki da motamouth] (x2)
ladies and gentlemen, stop your applause
i’m not here to rock the crowd, i’m here to crack some f_cking skulls in
which one of y’all wanna grab the mic like you the chosen?
let’s see who choose which way to rhyme when i’m caving your soul in

- jakki the motamouth

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