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machacha - smithsonian كلمات أغنية

[intro: jamil honesty]
yo

[verse 1: jamil honesty]
what i scribe is smithsonian great
salute to the god, that’s meeks and john, i’ma always get played
i’m a altered beast, i alter your face, you all can get fades
i’m the illest barber that’ll charge ya to sharpen my blade
practice made perfect rappers plain, surface with a lame purpose
hope my lane workin’ ’til i work the plane, roc_a_fella chain
babe birkin, purses for paid verses
i stay searchin’ for ways to engage with a person, but y’all be wave_surfin’
y’all ain’t movin’ towards legacy, y’all just reggie b
regular entities get smoked as if i had a desert eag’
a chef’s recipe, presently, i got you open like the best sesame
constantly droppin’ until i’m where i’m destined to be
blackhouse records, while these labels are restin’ in peace
i’m the undertaker, underrated indefinitely
my profession is servin’ these death sentences, b
while i’m blessings these beats, n_gga

[chorus: jamil honesty]
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
all these wack n_ggas, yo, your time’s up, time’s up
[verse 2: andré desaint]
i’m an acquired taste (saint)
b_tch, i’m the truth, i give a liar sp_ce
can’t do what i do, i move with style and grace (for real)
you livin’ in the past, go rewind the tape
my b_tch got a designer shape
i sent the fit pic, she said, “you kinda ate”
find a chase, money to be made, i need the time and place (i need that)
i got a job at fourteen and started buyin’ bape (i mean that)
i’m movin’ greedy, i’ll be d_mned if i retire late
don’t ask me what i charge, b_tch, i’ma say, “the entire safe” (for real)
look, there ain’t no battlefield that i could lose on (none)
bro, i been makin’ rights out of two wrongs
she cookin’ up a lot for me to chew on
korean fried chicken over udon
needle to vinyl, i get my groove on
been on y’all necks for too long, my soles been gettin’ scuffed
but n_gga, i ain’t lettin’ up, sh_t, all i got is these new songs (all i got)
saint, the flow godly, i bet i can write a new pslams
i’m michael jeffery when he had the flus on, real sh_t

- machacha

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