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kxng crooked - versez كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
(i live it every f_ckin’ day n_gga…)
i fly more than the planes who crashed into the twin towers
saw me freestylin in paris in front of the eiffel tower
five hours… we runnin sh_t like eisenhower
but before we get, this public enemy had to fight the power
n0body wanna to hear about the mics that i devour
to survive the cowards, haters are exterminated like spinosaurus
an starving artist spar the hardest
i overcame but the pain dark in ma heart regardless
stain my brain, i never forget
bein overlooked for rappers with dey regular spit
instead the sick competitor that’s on some predator sh_t
you’se a b_tch n_gga ditch digger
i’m better than everybody alive, even nip who up in heaven that died
but you prolly preferred me to lie right? haha! f_ck that
i went from tec_9’s under the coat
to be with tech n9ne, pun and the goats

[verse 2]
come ’round here, off with ur necklace
robbin your iphone and then hoppin in ur lexus
talkin that sh_t like you comin back for some revenge
my n_gga, you not finna exit
me and tx be on some next level sh_t
this how we do it; your head in saint louis
the rest of your body is chopped up in texas
they not detectin ya or about to find ya, lemme remind ya
i dont give a f_ck about tryin to outrhyme ya
but i finna summon armaggedon like the calendar maya
idk why ya’all think ya’all can f_ck with the ceo
murder in the first, put em in the he_rs_, leavin em in the dirt
hit em up worse, puttin it in work
imma smoke ur c_bars like an cigar
i finish ya and diminish ya cause im the minister of sinister
you miniature like a midget bruh
i’m cold as the december temperature
even colder than that, blow the bro’s head, get ahold of ya hat
got a guillotine from the philippines and the both sides got the
gold and the black, i’mma open his back… cause he didn’t remember
i dont give a f_ck about b_tches’ agenda
tate want no smoke from the illest vanilla gorilla
he’d rather stick his d_ck in an blender
get buried like an artifact!
tell me, where yo heart’s at?
i put handcuffs on yo heart
that’s a cardiac arrest — i’m givin n_ggas heart attacks…
[verse 3]
cigar smoke flow like a ghost
f_ck a house we haunting the whole coast
(so dope) had a dream i was talkin with eazy and pac
said crooked keep squeezin your glocks
i f_ck with none but spitters and everyone’s fatal
when it comes to bars, we run that table
n_gga f_ck your label, philosophy like the son of plato
throw you dead on that pool but i ain’t ‘pposed to be no cable
bars are lyrical, it’s extra_mars material
y’all get off my genitals, an holocaust stereo
slaughter boss imperial, i’m out with all the generals
we a bunch of v__gr_ g’s, we be some hard criminals
we tryna f_ck w/ music instead of selling the coka
and on here we get active w/ the biggest savage spokers
venom like cobra’s and please concentrate all of yo focus
back to the bars, they lift you up like the seat of toyotas
on that show night, i’m in the back w/ the chrome tucked
bullets that’ll slice you just like the torture of camorras
and i dont even listen to mumble rap cuz i’m grown up
sweet as cinnamons, put a hole back in yo donut
k to the motherf_cking d
i don’t give a f_ck n_gga
lah lah lahhhh
c to the motherf_cking b
i don’t give a f_ck n_gga, look…
admit it, we the illest, n_ggas in it; authentic
n_ggas pick no gimmicks, n_ggas know the business
when me and zone spittin we k!llin the instrumentals
and givin y’all heart_attacks, spittin the hardest raps
this lyrical wave on the west, you guess who’s started that?
(me!) that’s why these rappers gotta respect me to the utmost
when i’m in the booth the producer can smell the gun smoke
crooked so raw my homies be like dawg his neck bleedin
i say nah, i’m just cut_throat…

- kxng crooked

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