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kydd - i'm unstable كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
see, i grew up in the old school
(i remember back when…)
music used to have soul to it
(now all that you hear is…)
autotune through the protools
(you can’t understand ‘em…)
but you say that sh_t is so cool, so cool
lyrically the kid is dangerous
not too many people wanna f_ckin’ play with us
you want a problem, we can get it
i promise you’ll regret it
i never let go of the beat
i’m unstable
[verse 1]
i’m f_ckin’ back, b_tches!
the f_ckin’ rap magician
hit the track and subtract a rapper
like kydd’s a mathematician
now i got your attention
let me amaze you
i get up in the game with a flame big enough to let a mothaf_cker
find out what i came through
so let’s go!
i make everybody get up, get up
put hands in the air like a stick up, stick up
b_ looking at my d_ck but they know i’ll never let ‘em
they want me to kick it with ‘em like my name was david beckham
and i don’t even like soccer, and i don’t like you
b_, don’t you wish you woulda threw me that p_ssy in high school
that’s your fault–lol, lmf40_
they fiendin’ for some weed; i’m chillin’ in that marijuana smoke
i keep a doobie rolled, and a pack of papers
with a couple ‘rillos–all in different flavors
white owls, silvers, blueberry swishers
i keep a thumbnail like a picture
b_tch, i don’t believe in splitters
i’m old school with it

[chorus]
see, i grew up in the old school
(i remember back when…)
music used to have soul to it
(now all that you hear is…)
autotune through the protools
(you can’t understand ‘em…)
but you say that sh_t is so cool, so cool
lyrically the kid is dangerous
not too many people wanna f_ckin’ play with us
you want a problem, we can get it
i promise you’ll regret it
i never let go of the beat
i’m unstable
[verse 2]
no rapper talks about you like a doctor_patient conversation
your confidence is not content
back and forth like oscillation
my squad will take your f_ckin’ t__th for a bargain
treat you like a nintendo the way they _gunshots_ feed you this cartridge, boy
my mind is so sporadic, i’m like a book of matches
i get a spark and light a fire under people’s asses
b_tch, this is excellence, eat anyone with no preference
i’m out of this f_ckin’ world like guess the earth is my deficit
you read it, b_tch; i’ll wreck your sh_t
with the backside of a crescent wrench
and these mothaf_ckers need to understand that
kydd has always been force to reckon with
and i still grind
tryna block me, i still shine
i’ll tell ya b_tch to jump in the whip and she hop’s in
like that boy got a ill mind
get it? ill mind?
well f_ck it, then, if you didn’t catch it
it’s prolly cuz you let rappers like young thug get the f_ckin’ interception
just let me up in the game, and i got it
eat these rappers, i promise
they gonna hate me up out it

- kydd

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