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jay nice & machacha - a renegade airman كلمات أغنية

[intro]
f_ck my lighter at, man?
n_ggas stay clippin’ my sh_t
ayo
i was in my duffle, but now i’m back, n_gga (turn the light out)
ayo

[verse]
peace to all the bad b_tches on the globe, uh (peace, peace)
and peace to all the trap n_ggas on the stove, uh (peace, peace)
i’m speakin’ for the practitioners
and f_ck them jails for all the young black prisoners you hold, uh
guilty before the innocence proven
this isn’t human (right), isn’t it? but what’s a different solution?
me, i’ma keep blendin’ the sentences mixed with this new sh_t (facts)
sl!ck, how i do it, it’s vintage, but the image is newer
the vision is cooler, decisions improvin’, boostin’
you stupid (woo), winnin’ by ten, yeah, i’ve cemented my movement
dig it, it’s interestin’ how much the weight gain off the strength of the music
lyricists try to take gain from the pen that i’m usin’ (nah)
’cause i established ill quality feelin’
with all solid n_ggas around, it’s real gods with me chillin’
fulfill the prophecy, your policy pendin’
and while you waitin’ on your sh_t to buffer, they let the trill squad in the buildin’ (right)
the best to rap, i jet around the heavens in eleven seconds flat
without breakin’ a sweat in a leather sweater, i’m extra fast (yeah, yeah)
better relax, i got youngins that i prep for the task (yeah)
they special trained to put that bread in the bag
run in yo’ crib broad day like curtis snow with the scat and the mask
make sure your presence gettin’ left in the past
immobile art keeps a check in the stash, i’m deadass
the legends are gettin’ cash smokin’ medicine gas
the feds sn_tched my man case, this sh_t bad, i can’t take it
free the guys from the metal plantation
eyes yellow as the devil ran naked, god level, y’all settle, man, you’re basic
john oth_llo, modern ghetto playin’ shakespeare (supreme)
y’all my sons, this is special daycare (moment of silence, man)
matter of fact, you can’t stay here
“god” spelled across the stockin’, i cop from brother khalid (peace, lord)
what a gift, it’s perfect runnin’ up l!cks (that’s a fact)
the dump avengers is comin’ punishin’ sh_t
a hunnid drums on the stick, this mill’ll f_ck up the crib
hut ten, the ten hut, the government have once jumped me in
bad mistake, now i’ma punch your b_tch
f_ck demand
[outro]
f_ck y’all n_ggas talkin’ ’bout? (doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot)
you sh_ttin’ me? it’s duke fly talker (za_za_za_za_za_za_za_za)
machacha, what up?
woo

- jay nice machacha

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