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nick wiz – the cellar session كلمات اغاني

nick wiz ft. ran reed ft. native assassins and mad house _ “the cellar session”
[emcee(s): black sun, fatal, shabaam sahdeeq, taz, and ran reed]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: black sun]
mass hysteria. more emcees?
the merrier. destroy you b_st_rds like bacteria. who
said i couldn’t hit ‘em where it hurts and leave
a brother’s body with more holes than [?]? f_ck
the dumb sh_t you’re speaking. it’s reeking through my section
no protection. my heart is blacker than my complexion
act like you know, motherf_cker!
native assassins pulling off the covers—rise
and shine! yeah right, no time for bullsh_tting
through the eyes of the dead, now the mind is forbidden
you don’t know me, you jive turkey. n_gga, you irk me
i’m started, i’m cold_hearted—let the lord have mercy

[verse 2: fatal]
living just for the city, flexing with
the flavor, the chairman of the ill sk!ll committee
a hired hitman like frank nitti, not scared to get
my hands dirty, so we could mix it up with the nitty_gritty
my style is lethal, i got a “wanted” tattooed on my back
by the board of health [?] by the peoples of commonwealth
rip out your soul and leave you empty inside, the maniac
mortician filling emcees’ corpses with formaldehyde
turning out your lights like you o.d.’d on pills
for every emcee i slay, i mark their name on my butcher’s bill
opening n_ggas up like a can. n_ggas is
sweating my d_ck like an aerobics b_tch’s [?]
[bridge: shabaam sahdeeq and black sun]
shabaam the mic_wrecker! shabaam the mic_wrecker!
shabaam the mic_wrecker! shabaam the mic_wrecker!

[verse 3: shabaam sahdeeq]
sleep if you wanna. f_ck around? you’ll be a goner ‘cause
i’m not the average n_gga that be chilling on your corner
i warned ya i wreck sh_t from here to california. east
coast representing, i don’t wanna hear a sentence. no
repentance. n_ggas think they’re fly, but i’ma wreck ‘em
they’re gone when i come to check ‘em, but i’ma disrespect ‘em
yeah, you pack a gat. i pack a gat and pack a party too
and drop the bomb sh_t, then get with the f_cking hottie too
open with the lotion of the back_and_forth motion. see, my
d_ck was inspiration, had her in a doggie situation
my partner taz got my back—word is bond
so i could wreck shop, pass a mic, and move on. ayyo
it’s on! i take ‘em from the heart and then i dump ‘em
lyrically, i’m holding n_ggas hostage with my shottie

[verse 4: taz]
yo, i’m coming rough—can’t you tell by the beat that’s
kicking? open up your mouth, yo—i’ma stick a f_cking
brick in ‘cause your ass popped too much sh_t—hah!
n_gga, you don’t know when to quit, so i thought i’d make a hit
to let you know how the f_ck it’s going down
don’t f_ck around when i inhale buddha by the pound
what you know about the sh_t that i kick?
yo, your chick is on the d_ck ‘cause it sounds sl!ck
yo, i’m the motherf_cking rapper on the f_cking block
pulling more b_tches than that n_gga [?]
you better act like you f_cking know—hah! nope, this ain’t
bell biv devoe. it’s that n_gga that blow mad
buddha in the air ‘cause i don’t give a f_ck
i gotta give a pound to my main n_gga chuck
you’re down on your luck ‘cause you’re up against me
the corner buddha bandit. n_ggas can’t stand it
ayyo, i’m “hittin’ switches” like erick sermon
the ‘fro is really curly, i don’t sport no perming
it’s the buddha bandit—many know me. i’m a real one
b_tches label me the fly, funky, fair one. yo, around
the f_cking planet’s where i troop ‘em, scoop ‘em
cough, fade away, caution, get blunted, then we group ‘em
i’m known to play a b_tch if she’s acting like a groupie, i’m
a real doggie dogg like that real n_gga snoopy
so pump this sh_t up ‘cause we’re jamming! word to jimmy snuka
i be d_mning if my sh_t ain’t slamming
i’m on some monster type sh_t like billy bixby
dig some sh_t up from the mandrills back in
the ‘60
[verse 5: ran reed]
before a n_gga’s time, i know the flavor though
if you’re a jealous joker, do me a favor, yo
kiss these hairy_ass nuts ‘cause i never gave
two flying f_cks now that i’m making bucks, and
i’ve come to realize you ain’t nothing but the middleman
p_ssy_ass n_gga talking ‘bout, “what’s up, little man?”
you better recognize the size and strength
i’ll take it to your face, i’m booming like the bass
so grab the lysol, start spraying ‘cause it’s that
in_between_the_toe_jam funk—that’s the sh_t that’s
playing. let me chill like a freezer. i might catch
a seizure, i thought that it’s time i take a breather
psych! i never rest ‘cause it’s time to make the papes
every day, all day, i represent the flavor taste
yo, i’m strong just like the buddha i’m inhaling
your ass tried to get with [?], but you fell in
so would you give it up? ‘cause your sh_t sounds trash
here comes another smash. pass off the cash
i represent the buddha and i paid mad dues, yo
i’m bad news ‘cause i wreck mad crews. throw
your guns in the air if you know i make the fat sh_t
that shoot_‘em_up, bang, rat_a_tat sh_t. yo, i kicks
the flavor with [?] plus i flow with fatal and
shabaam, my f_cking fam booming with the band
so what? what you wanna when we come for you?
you better watch your back ‘cause my crew don’t slack

- nick wiz

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