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lootpack - antidote to da antidope كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i pound, bounce, the powder of booty powerplants
overpowering sunlight with pure radiance
i inherited the earth since the genesis
enforced the wonder like in alien, in the wilderness

but that’s cool, that’s like rude nature taught me harmony
plus the utmost love for jah’s creation
balancing is the key to strive and maintain
for example, extinct animals and the full chain

gets out of sync, so just think
it’s the same thing now. we need predators to k!ll, all sick
lame style, before diseases infest
the whole industry like whackness
acquired through vocal rhyme deficiency

often carry their mics when it passes through mcs
all who grabs it broke down in rashes
and it’s not this within the next 24 hours
it’ll swell and explode just like nuclear power

so before the reactor melts down my main factor
is a cap ya, re_slap ya and cap ya
slap ya and jack ya
when i feel the need to put mcs in check
my style’s come more direct than verbal s_x on the internet
interlocking leaks like chains
interchanging lanes, destroying every spot i land on like acid rain
trains the thought, de_tract from the railway
god’s gift blocks a whack style that comes my way

i think i’m back to karate
you can ask that mexican who told me to kick back my outtakes
so i kicked him, roundhouse comminating with sweets
rounding out with spins, bringing my knees to his chin, to finish him

[talking]
no whack mcs

[chorus]
the antidote to the anti_dope is to get the rope
and hang a rapper by the throat
i gut some open, to see what’s in them (what’s that?)
whack rhymes and a pound of _ism

[verse 2]
yo! who said that i wasn’t living proof of a thorough mc
couldn’t be, further from the truth, wonderfully
i set your guys credibility and jealousy
i tolerates no rivalry

the jumpers on hip_hop, it’s creativity
and show sk!lls, whether it be real or fantasy
so i choose to be a vocabulary warlord
when wackness pops its ugly head, my words chop it like a sword
and post_lyrical wasteland bore your eyes just to execute you
poor excuse for a soldier and there’s nowhere to turn to
when i say drop the mic you do that, cause in rap i own you
react at will, but still never forget that;
god’s gift is a scientist. you’re just a lab rat!

[talking]
sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker

[chorus]
the antidote to the anti_dope
is to tie your limbs, each into a horse
like indian torture
so the boys rips your body into five different sections
stepping to reorder

[verse 3]
i heard your style’s clearly a waste of free will
we’re still freedom of speech wasted under no sk!ll
so what it boils down to, shut it if you don’t cut it
you, vowel insidious maggot

poor excuse for an mc south, cr_p busting whack flows
get rid of these deliveries, that suck like black holes
the remedies to this is god’s gift attack swift
next to me, rise in the wing, god don’t exist
it’s futile to call on god’s name when your lifestyle is disgusting
if i’m lying, i’m gyring, don’t trust him
anti_friends are like anti_christ
deceptive, greedy and selfish. we’re alive!

[outro]
[talking]
(that’s what i’m sayin’) like the order restorer. (yes!)
(jah bless y’all with truth)
the real antidote! (the real answer to the truth)
the real answer’s the family, (from the pure order proof)
jah bless all, jah bless all, (jah bless us all)

let’s go! (we don’t stop)

“that’s 1.21 gigawatts!!”

- lootpack

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