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mastamiind - family feud's (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1; mastamiind]
i never liked it when the family fueds
aunt’s and cousins throwing arguments
like cafeteria food, a food fight, i take mighty
i manage through might fights the play i’m in needs lighting
i have more sight to the t-tan, like a ring
if ya’ll ain’t striking like lightning
then ya’ll are mike tyson biting
and see, the beef reached a stake
rice on the plate, there to be
and while these n-ggas mouth spend checks
they speaking the cheapest demeanor
don’t spend a fortune, still eating
i take the sip, ya’ll ain’t sh-t, peg the liquor
like my eye, was on a island, and eye matched
like a sty, i can’t eye it, they paint me as the worst
they ever heard, like 3 year old drawing
or these new rappers verses, i loop they thoughts
like the sh-t was a f in cursive, like punk buck up
your bullsh-t, is not much, all i do is double express so
duck ya beans, or your f-cked, ugh
if i die young, i lead up to be the oldest antic
my h-rns, from the devil, so f-cking with me
i bring a whole stampede, and i’m playing with n-ggas
i drop the bate, like i’m arguing with a p-ssy
it’s fishy, like you the bate my n-gga
suggest you f-gs take a seat
unless you blind, to og, i slice like mince
f-ck you mean, i’m samurai on these beats
you know my bars overheated
i’m slim to seek, like pet-tes
and the taste of trash from these n-ggas, i feel ya’ll are bittersweet
ya marbles on a new planet, if you think your f-cking with me
i put the light on the beacon, and now you wack n-ggas see
i take a knee on your seat, i’m kaepernick in defeat
like i’m the best in the west, and the f-cking god in the east
i be a lion in the jungle, ya’ll n-ggas monkeys to me, ugh

[verse 2]
i can care less when ya’ll die
but i’ll say one time, to remind
that if the mind seems divine
b-tch, i don’t got mine, it got tired
and i don’t give a sh-t, if that’s fire
i got lines, in my prime, b-tch
it’s the year of new beginnings
sh-t, guess the climax declined
gave all my thoughts to my mom, and then i laid
on em on a paper, they said i strike fear in my lyrics
it’s weird, how these rappers got spirits, i’m light years
away from the hate, cause i don’t face nor rotate
matter of fact, i 360 it, and do donuts in ya face
i want my credit, oh my, for all the sh-t that i write
if i had one thing to do, is to diss the hoes in my life
hoe, it’s the king round this b-tch, i’ve explain the statistics
how you gone talk all the trash online
when off you clean as some bristles
ya’ll n-ggas slipped like a tardy, i am a one man army
i set alarms on the game, and ya’ll snooze all day till the morning
i flipped the bird, necessary, i come correct, like it’s graded
hoe, say my name 3 times, up in here; bl–dy mary
off the leer, it’s hysteria, check yourself, like bag carriers
ya’ll put the weight on yourselves, it’ll take ten weeks to carry it
i’m really next on some sh-t, makaveli, my inspiration
so i when i diss it’s on that “hit em up” type sh-t
let out my anger type sh-t, the ether sl!ck as i spit
i don’t split bread, like biscuits, cause labels take that sh-t
my blade don’t snip it’s a guillotine on your sh-t
and i’ve never seen so much punks in a genre since 2006
i’m the young god, in this b-tch, don’t have to prove
i’m the best, i can be white, and say “n-gga”
but i don’t get no press, like a n-gga benching so bet
this the best that you’ll get, you teachers pet
you turn to listen, when it’s given
tear the sh-t, on some sh-t, i’ll k!ll it
on some murder sh-t, you still learning little b-tch
i went to rapping in rooms, to rap in front of a crowd
to spitting the most intricate sh-t that you’ll ever hear in a while, my sons of guns, will aim, if you popping off at the mouth
so basically, if you talk, they’ll go pop off your mouth
i want these snakes to go slither ’til they hit the point of death
i speed my flow triple times, and i make it, like steph
this life a game, little n-gga so if you ain’t strapped with heat
just remember to don’t f-ck with the me
and watch your tone when you speak
i got 2 hits and they winning, i’m rising that’s the business
b-tch, i take out your kidney
and feed that sh-t, to the pigeons, i’m done

- mastamiind

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