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lacknose – 200 bars [broken language] كلمات اغاني

[intro: lacknose]
yo yo yo it’s lacknose, stepping into the building, gonna do some bars for ya’ll. 200 bars. bet no one else can do this, huh?

[verse 1: lacknose]
it’s the folklore monster, who stole your roster
ready to grow more ganja, smoke out your daughter
midnight marauder, gloat like a known mobster
show you the ropes while i take a toke of that harry potter
cope with the slaughter as i leave you all spellbound
i’m not finished yet, please release the h-llhounds
after all of this weed i’m paranoid of how i smell now
watch where you step you don’t know what on my belt now
face it, my rap game is not a product placement
i’m staying on the top, screw your rearrangements
dwelling in my bas-m-nt rapping for entertainment
i could write a bible with the problems that i’m facing
got you chillin’ in the rafters, leaving you all hanging
not from chicago but i got that demo tape banging
bring out the frag grenades leave rappers staggering
about to shut the game down without the use of haggling
these cats are scared, nickname the rap murderer
k!lling emcees and acting like i never heard of em
pull up to your porch with dogsh-t and leave the cr-p burnin’
leave you mental like chief keef with asperger’s
if you’re guilty with hatred then step the h-ll back
i got the hots for lucy, she’s bringing h-ll’s wrath
got a clean record like i never fell off the path
clever on the writing test but never excelled at math
the bad counter, [pause] rap founder
pouncing on the rappers that ask for a fantastic pounding
wire-tap the fountain, what’s this about kid?
these rappers are so h0m- you can find ‘em in the bathroom sounding
split the swisher leave ‘em grinning like a sh-t eater
k!ller kush, call that the grim reaper
all you artists should learn your lesson from this dim teacher
leave you open-mouthed like a song with a biggie feature
hungry for your girl stomach pain stricken
eyeing her up kinda look like rick ross on thanksgiving
the lames stay driven to rape and pillage for a living
you are not dragonborn; you should have stayed in riven
so convincing, stay cloaked in the smoke and mist
known intrinsic, you would think “magic” when i flow so mystic
choking hipsters, invoke death on those who wish it
grab the mic and hold it like i missed it for a minute
never meant to snitch, i got cunning raps
i went there, who sent the trick, and i’ll have her running back
i’m not a d-ck but i’ll find a purse to sn-tch
and go sherlock on this sh-t; benedict c-mberbatch
my future black and white like an oreo
i can take your bad remarks and shove em’ down your glory hole
starting something with me will end up very gory, yo
got your girl to leave with me so get down for me ho
came in my boxer briefs, now i’m walking awkwardly
b-lls so big like i stole from soccer team
i’m a mixture of mr. hawking and socrates
spit properly like the rap game is my property
slayin’ often, playing with your coffin
when life gives you lemons turn that sh-t into profit
talk is cheap and i don’t spend money often
like jane addams i keep the hull house rockin,’
got a basic beat that would freak out a drummer
rappers playing games not talking about achievement hunter
we’re absurd and iconic we’ll terminating knowledge
merkin’ a lame, psychotic, my words permeate college
broaden my knowledge getting sloppy with the broads
underage and rebellious, go to the bar with a fraud
feeling tipsy, knees weak, relief with brandy
can’t stop taking shots can’t be labeled as a pansy
take a lady home when i’m feeling good and randy
and give her a mustache ride like i’m geoff ramsey
no texan, i’m from wisconsin, snow repping
this bro’s a legend; best watch yourself from overstepping
hold my weapon, as i fly and go to heaven
and come back with a halo as god gives me his blessing
i’m an angel in disguise getting lifted off the mary jane
this is the life for me and i ain’t ever gonna change
rappers walk on my turf and they start feeling strange
and run away before their face gets rearranged
i’m like stephen king with a pad and a pencil
psychotic with my wordiness call me ac-mental
called out another rapper that was accidental
ghille in the mist sniping rappers off their pedestals
leave ‘em running and screaming like they were going to recess
such a shallow human being how am i deep threat?
step to my crew that will be your last regret
only talk to myself since no one can keep secrets
the monarch is gone, lacknose the new regent
i work all week and fall asleep all weekend
your date is on the line like the show for those creepin
i don’t need a benz when i’ve fallen off the deep end
i’m on top but i go under covers
keep on rapping lacknose isn’t like any other
pay homage to my brother by playing cops and robbers
and steal everything my family owns and leave ‘em sobbing
uh, sever heads with a sharp wit
uh, throw a lit bev on a carpet
the problem is i’m feeling down like the market
so i blast off and start laughing when i spark it
i’m a marksman that will burn you on the third degree
you won’t hear real rap unless it’s heard from me
i’m smarter than an eight year term at a university
and i won’t stop until my voice is heard universally
screw gang-talk, smash t–th in with baby glock
mental patient blatantly waiting to spit crazy talk
ill like illadeph, share needles with the lazy hawks
i’m from little chute dawg; these streets are safe to walk
uppercut on the double, block you with a counter
100 bars later and still have a good amount here
murder doesn’t happen more than once every hour
we are not in chicago where little kids have the power
say grace before walking in the neighborhood
clutch your purse tight; don’t want a punk to take your goods
talk to slender, take a friend and slay em in the woods
stake them to a tree and sacrifice them like they say i should
i talk to myself and i don’t even listen
i’ll make sh-t up if that’s what it takes for recognition
indian giver, hand-me-downs and regifting
shape-shifting, impersonate famous people for a living
i’m on another level, these rappers; i’m not with them
an opportunist wild with the optimism
if you think i’ll repeat bars, you best go pause it
just know i’m not insane, i have a mad case of autism
plot my next homicide; drink a case of red rum
i am amazing you better have some respect son
dj khaled may be on one but i am on the next one
destroying families like a piercing on a septum
i make cake like bakery on my late night yeager sprees
selfish on the rap sh-t no one wants to play with me
i got more bars than a shower in a hotel
big labels talking about grabbing me, they should know well
i won’t sell my soul unless it’s for my n0bel
so i’ll leave them hanging on the front porch, ringing my doorbell
slam the door in their face since i don’t give a d-mn
you can’t recruit me for sh-t, apologize to uncle sam
land of the free, all of you are sheep, it’s a sham
rap is a job for those who made a living selling grams
my raps have meanings let’s see if you can decrypt
i’m the same powerful force that can sink sea ships
not the type of kid you want to have tea with
my flow is comparable to the river nile in egypt
because i can rap so long and split broads in half
always on top of the bell curve, you don’t need a graph
knock a rapper’s t–th out just to have a laugh
and try to hear them spit after, my god they sound daft
the fact is i’m hap-hazardous on the track
that they’ll glack me with practically any kind of gat
poke catholics in the -ss like i’m prodding cattle
call them out like a wizard; “you shall not p-ss,” though
blunt rapper, drum smasher
so dumb on my rum i get numb faster
with more thoughts i’ve sworn lots, slamming rappers with a doorstop
slice ’em up just like a porkchop
qualifying kid with a little bit of history
spit a little sh-t, quickly; just to get dysentery
so i’ll sit and drink a pabst for dinna b-tch
stay sp-ced the f-ck out like an astrophysicist
got my awesome augments, scoffing with a lager
stalking the coffins, walkin’ around with an auger
stick like maple; straight outta aesop’s fables
cheap like i’m jewish; got my swag on a dreidel
think i’m past time? flatline when you attack mine
that’s fine, the black line’s there when i stack rhymes
lyrically crazy, never had to say sh-t
i’m dodging bullets, but not even in the matrix
i’m like a paradox; yeah, two bridges going parallel
rappers go in circles like they stuck on a carousel
i’m the one replacing the caring and the joy
you are not a gangster “boi,” you are just an errand boy
the fact is you gotta stop acting hard
because i can find you on sundays raking leaves in your back yard
these rappers are claiming they cold as ice
but when i walk into a room i give them rappers frostbite
“i view your life like a whack movie; packin a doobie in the back of a black ruby,”
snappin’ at a rap newbie, smackin’ a booty
when i’m with your girl because i’m mackin’ on her b00bies
i’m on top of the game, the way it’s suppose to be
lames hinder my progress, they sound slow to me
on-point, no way you could be controlling me
most raw, f-ck ’em up with the power bestowed in me
lacknose knows no bounds on the rap sh-t
i flow so fast that i got n0body to rap with
these cats got no flare, all they got is rat p-ss
if you mess with me, you’ll end up with a snapped wrist

- lacknose

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