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palermo stone - premo freestyle lyrics

[intro: tip tha ill_spit]
premo
hip_hop sh_t right here
steel city, we got this
ez mac, the jukebox, fifth ave., fran
the homie j.o.b
no more talk, let’s get into it
tip tha ill_spit, uh

[verse 1: tip tha ill_spit]
pocket full of food stamps and cannabis, damage ya sh_t
give me a beat, i’ll dismantle it quick
and i’m diggin’ every fan that i get [?]
leave ’em p_ssies with the quiver and l!ck
[?] just f_ckin’ with tip tha ill_spit and i’m honorin’ it
every track, man, i honestly rip
hood champion, i’m keepin’ ’em warm
with the hand_me_down flow, man, y’all have been [?]
[?] sky through the eye of the storm
when i’m ready, i’ll fade away gracefully, check out thе form
givin’ you sh_t that’s out of the norm
gonna miss me when i’m gonе, so then i’ma k!ll every song
what’s wrong? y’all thought i was bowin’ out?
not ’til i pull the tickets from pittsburgh [?]
just stay funky like some sauerkraut
get this money what i’m ’bout
runnin’ sh_t without a doubt, gainin’ clout
need orbit, got a dirty mouth
sh_t, i’m so fly, i’m straight buggin’ out
[interlude: j.o.b.]
uh, yeah
i’m back at it, check it

[verse 2: j.o.b. & franchise]
i got my team full frontal in a leak when we go hard
bring more drama to ya plate than a soap op’
we no names two years ago
brought up from the streets playin’ beats, so we spittin’ sentence through, no
team out to match our sk!ll bread
a lotta haters shakin’ in they boots while we keepin’ a still hand
’cause we don’t fear sh_t, 412
brand_name cars, general interlude
so call it what you want, it’s whatever to me
break necks ’til they sentencin’ me
get checks, just look at my feet, got nike
i am whitey, i am bringin’ the nonsense to your progress
i uppercut the game [?] disaster
full screen more than a plasma, ha
we get chicky_chicks to go and f_ck with the team
you blue_ballin’ while we stackin’ the cream (uh_huh)
get at us (uh)

[interlude: franchise]
that’s what it is, josh, let’s do it (okay, i hear you)
uh (let me get in this sh_t though real quick), check me out, uh
[verse 3: franchise]
you know us thoroughbreds posted in the strip, loco for chips (let’s get it)
out to get it large, little snow on the wrist (uh_huh)
keep a fifty box of dutches with some potent to spliff
a little sip of cognac is what i pour in the mix
flow quick ’cause these haters out encroachin’ the spit (stay on your side)
so i just bust through the lines without showin’ the blitz (uh)
so rare how the empire give it to ’em
and i got some b_lls that can sit ’em to prison (bye_bye)
doin a fifty_to_life, so bad in the booth, i be rippin’ the mic (you know it)
’cause me and ez handle sh_t like pippen and mike
and tip tha ill_spit bring k!ll sh_t that’s endin’ your life (uh_huh)
money is motivation, so get on your j.o.b. (i see you)
i’m cakin’ lows, layin’ low where the pesos be (stackin’ right here)
from the ‘burbs to the ‘burgh, homie, they know me (yessir)
but f_ck the cheddar, we in here for the respect and the loyalty
it’s hip_hop sh_t, you can expect plenty more of these (uh)

[interlude: ez mac]
(i feel you, fran) yeah, y’all know what it is
east end empire, motherf_ckers

[verse 4: ez mac]
fran, josh, mac, tip tha ill_spit givin’ you that real sh_t
we do a track like a field trip, feel this (uh_huh)
hit the drum like a ill uppercut (uppercut)
with hoes, i get around like the wheels on the bus (wheels on the bus)
so fill up my cup with some sprite and some vodka (uh_huh)
cheese like the parmesan on top of the pasta
ya gots to hold a lot, keep ya guessin’
watermelon haze got me high in detention, uh
danny glover, mel gibson, lethal weapon (uh_huh)
karate kick a motherf_cker like tekken (like tekken)
[?] is nice, rappin’, livin’ life
the passion of the christ, this the passion of the mic (mic)
peoples pass the light so i can spark this haze
got my mind in a puzzle as i walk a maze
i could talk for days, got a way with my speech
play any beat, i’ma blaze it with heat
y’all motherf_ckers, this ain’t your spot to chill (uh_huh)
one shot, one k!ll, on the dot, for real (yeah)
this the east end, find me in the weekend
cop a qp and stay blunted ’til i’m sleepin’ (yessir)
[outro: ez mac]
chyeah, that’s the way it go down, motherf_ckers
we didn’t even try on this track, we just f_ckin’ spit
godd_mn

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