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reel wolf – lucypher كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: fredro starr]
young and wild like the c_74
adolescents acknowledge knowledge in a book on adolescence
white collar crimes, money from lawsuits
dressed like the mob, fila velour suits
real hustlers don’t ridicule
my n_ggas moving pounds, trying to get ridicules
movin’ burbs, n_gga ostracize
haters in the way tryin’ to ostracize
sideline n_ggas want to instigate
so i leave a n_gga face up against the gate, haha!
these rappers is a nuisance
you can get shot nine times and be the new cents
the aggressor antagonist, mike floyd in the ring, you ain’t tagging this
i get hyped when i speak (yeah!)
i guess i’m hypothetically speaking
[verse 2: ghettosocks]
beats bumpin’ out the gate, move something out the way
face kinda like rampage lumping out your face
i think it’s ’bout time i got something out the fame
while you crump on the dance floor and humpin’ on your dame (hm)
kids are all that, yeah, i’m fronting on your claim
got a crew of oompa loompas, munchkins in the game
came in the door, said it before
you want the dope bar? i got it pumping in my veins
not heroin, what kind of ‘cess is you on?
i take a mic and stir_fry it like it’s sess you want
steppin, huh? want to try and test us now?
all the fly french chicks said we extra long
and when we steppin’ on stage then the best is on
pests be gone, we serve ’em like a restaurant
ain’t you tired of these chumps in your echelon?
well ghettosocks autobot is the fresh you want, what

[verse 3: sars k_ma]
the king lurk, watch how my crown shines
i don’t give a f_ck if the show’s yours, the crowd’s mine
i’m so high i ain’t ever get any down time
i’m so fly, make the sky green and clouds cry
what? i’m back on that raw sh_t
climb into your car and cut your face with a guitar pick
ghosttown syndicate, all city arson
sars that little f_ck is spraying mace in your apartment
i am the dirty kid, you never want to play with me
my french goons f_ck you up, sound like c’est la vie
and i ain’t even gotta spray my heat
i just point you out on twenty five rap kids and they just streak
money talks and you can’t with your jaw broke
y’all never should have went against it when the gods spoke
you had to go and get involved though
i got two eight shot revolvers and now you all know
[verse 4: kid fade]
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah, i’m artistic but my heart’s twisted
the dark mystic making rappin’ look good like i was narcissistic
part distance though my words will harvest carnage
hungrying rappers alive, now that’s a starving artist
tarnish for us hum and souls to get me mad respect
decompose my flows through this foundation like an architect
harsh effect like a sloth attack that starts to wreck
a chance of ever winning in this game so on your mark get set
go, set it off like attack without warning
with heat like this, man, i’m causin’ a global warming
stormin’ on tracks performing in the cut like a gourmand
the way i sew it up, think i throw it up to keep you out of torment
check the fee like a doorman, i stay explorin’
new ways to ride the rhythm and to hit the tracks soarin’
clash with the beat like i’m already too far from boring
i can murk you after touring with no chance of your life restoring

[verse 5: sean strange]
yeah, sean michael, nah bro ’til i’m in the ground
f_ck your record label, come to the building and kick it down (what?)
i’m living foul, no cure for the pain
you full of sh_t like a h__rder while i’m boarding a plane
my name ring around the globe, homie, while you’re at home, know me
don’t try to hear that free feature when you don’t know me
i put in work, you a d_ck rider fan
tagging me in your video, trying to get by with scram
my brain gone on vacation and can never be found
my doctor got me on a different kind of medicine now
they won’t invite me to the party, dog, i’m never allowed
f_ck a white rapper, i should be against in the crowd
how in the f_ck you think you droppin’ bars?
you not that god, not i’ll go knockin’ sean, top of the food chain, i rock it hard
like cocaine on the stovetop, i eat that
you talk that blah blah blah, i don’t believe that!
[verse 6: swifty mcvay]
gangsters rap seriously, the only n_gga burying me
is the n_gga i see, in the mirror i be
carryin’ a piece, this lyrical venereal disease
i make ’em do aerials when i squeeze
i’mma grab a gat and aim it at your back
and have your b_tch mimicking acrobats when i attack
i never slackin’, see murder’s what i do when i’m not actin’
and oh yeah i rap too when i’m evil
slugs enter your skin like tattoo needles
i give you another hole to breathe through
i pack a piranha bite, i’m strapped with dynamite
i rap like i’m having open mic in an alley
you write with cloud nine and candlelight in your bad beat
come and look at paths, i’m on plants and bubble baths
lookin’ far from manly, i jot on sandpaper
guzzlin’ gasoline with a bl__dy pen in handy

- reel wolf

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