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nathan king (rapper) - mobsters كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: solum deus]
f_ck with me i’m a prodigy, mobbing too deep in the hennessy
drafting death letters, i’m an average man’s enemy
black paint swirls seals rage inside my abdomen
my pen’s the same ink from the page they split the atom in
i’m adamant that your cool group is f_cking talentless
we’re xxl, 2023 coming in
i’m running to the summit, i’mma stumble in
leave it up to me man, know i’ll never fumble it

[verse 2: wes coleman]
hate i don’t succumb to it, thumbin through all this damar sh_t
thumping through all the stomping kicks, wondering if my tongue will twist
found a ramp and dropped it in, breaking through all the cautious wind
musk get up in my rockеt, yo f_ck it yo, i’m anonymous
stirred the pot, shot my shot, i’m launching through i’m posed
making a mark, picking еm off, they know i’m unstoppable
polishing off a gin and tonic, speech is getting slow
begotten feeling godsent, yeah, your boy’s in major mode, let ’em know

[verse 3: blaiden]
sparking up a blunt, only three in rotation
warming up the lungs, blowing trees, i grow anxious
the rap mob’s hacksaw’s back, y’all can’t stop
our track’s smooth wax, you? wack. so stand off
f_ck it, bottom’s up, gotta shotta raw cognac
only chaser’s money. not to halt, i’m all nomad
lemme speak to your career at the seance, came off
did you think that sh_t’s extreme? same old, same old
[verse 4: matthew the artist]
i’mma go and risk it while i pop eyes with them biscuits
with a big pit then you get bit. i’mma drop by go “pip pip”
dropping dead then i’m getting paid, it’s on the head like billy mays
what he say? anyway, sour b_tches minute maid
like run the jewels i’m on an lp and i k!ll the mic
i’m picky with the pills i like, i’ll slit these with a silver knife
i sip tea with a miller light, thinking that you k!lled me but i’m still alive, yeah
like gloria i will survive

[verse 5: nathan king]
rap mob k!lls the beat, be it diss or an anthem
either way scream the name like you’re throwing a tantrum
tall, dark, and handsome, like an opera full of phantoms
hold the album hostage till the fandom pays a ransom
don’t need a label to be k!lling, we’re enabled to be illing
fabled blood spilling from this table full of villains
so if you’re still ill then raise your fingers to the sky
cause we taking over heaven on the day that we die
my, oh my

- nathan king rapper

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