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rj truettner - sucka mc كلمات الأغنية

f_ck this sh_t
mad rappers wack
were back to light the flame

spin the wax
entice the brain
make those blocks vibrate

a fifth n’ eighth
from nine two eight
feel franky split your face

twist with metal fingers
trust that the
dope’ll never change

f_ck these fakes emcees
weak sixteens
n’ trash catalogues

catch a loss
frauds acting hard
until the f_cking mask comes in off

baba yaga flow
here to bully rappers
written facade showin’ these cowards are fragile
act up and
find the stamina
fueled by doubt
till the casket drops

rhymes burn your speaker
casting shadows over p_wns

writing
about opps
now bars are an afterthought

sh_ts devolved
asking myself where the spittas have gone

not a lost cause
trying to immortalize the golden era

since 96
breathin’ music
drumlines i tear up

schemes n’ syllables
shift styles
you can’t compare em
boom bap in my soul
the whole scenes barren

told me keep it real
so i kept it og
told me
told me
keep it real
so i kept it og
so i kept it og
so i kept it og
told me
told me
keep it real
f_ck a sucka emcee
x2

from germany with love
hustle moonrise till the sun

fofs in the cut
bonds deeper than blood

don’t need those fronts
takin shots as they come
no regrets
knowin’ that we all only get one
peers from the underground
still aiming for the stratosphere

new compositions
every year
elevate careers

one by one
styles
painting pictures
controls in my clutch

spittin rapid
while the raps just stack the f_ck up

touch n passion mitus
turn quotes into missles

bar after bar
ripped apart
ain’t concerned about figures

mad homies in ground
mad homies sip liquor

cats still hating yeah
but most these rappers griftas

all memories fade still
gotta grind for the change
no time to wait
f_ck fate
can’t stay in one place

reach international now
listeners spanning the globe

catch me on a flight
feet up
relocating my home

from the southwest all the way down to the coast
you clones can’t copy flows
sixteen in a row

head full of demons
nights full of trazadone

scratching records and
boom bap fill in my headphones

- rj truettner

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