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royce da 59 - no coming back from that كلمات الأغنية

[freestyle over the clipse & c-m’ron’s: “popular demand” beat]

[verse:]
n-gg- i will rap a circle ’round, rap a circle ’round rap you
i navigate with wizardry through out the earth around you. (earth around you!)
shout-out to drake! no b-tch could be the “best i ever had” (ever had…)
my candy cane d-ck and mint b-lls – but she ain’t suckin’ if her breathe is bad!
sufferin’ succotash right now i’m bubbling fuack her past
google me hoochie goopy! – watch what i come up, -ss! (come up, -ss!)
i’m the man in this b-tch! – so bide the man in this b-tch!
now b-tches want my intention like the canibus diss.
you ain’t got no mechanical mandible quit handeling d-ck
we liked you before the army now we ain’t a fan of your sh-t!
you know my mad pop, detroit is my back drop
now shut your -ss up and go have some s-x with your laptop,
ha! – you too nerdy i’m too scurvy
one gun pointed at your head, my silhouette – lookin’ like two-thirty!
the only thing in this life i can’t fight. – i’m violence!
“bar exam 3” droppin’ same night – the fight is.
while you’re sleepin’ i’ll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids, (slaughterhouse!)
right! – i got an insane cypher!
and if you step in my lane claimin’ you ain’t nicer,
i’m a be whipin’ your brains off of my range whipers!
i won’t handle you, the .357 got handled dude
the barrel stick out, longer then the handle do!
i’ll shoot you – your crew
and the cops riding with you!
i got issues! – they call me shot five nickle!
i’m equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull.
to rip is impossible! – rock a pinnacle drinking!
the opposite of sublimal thinking! – compared to y’all i’m a dawner, a criminal kingpin!
i see why these n-gg-s wanna run!
when i invite them to the lonliest place in the world one on one.
and tell your mama, i’m a balla!
matter fact tell your mama i’m a call’er!
hurricane flowin’ like water! – i’m grounded like katrina
i’m sound like a felon of new orleans allow me to go
deyon wallrick! (wallrick!)
and make a – prediction – for the – future drama, i’m for it,
you dissed melodic artists; i bring all of my private parts to your
private party and stick ’em inside your daughter!
psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a fedora,
the reason why your wifey’s bottom is sore’a! (sore’a!)
benzino the hardest n-gg-? you know don’t know off a hammers!
you know him for talkin’ sh-t with no way behind the cameras!
i blam at ya, i damage ya! [beat stops] – wait! did i just say blam at ya and i damage ya?
[beat starts] f-ck it! these n-gg-s amateurs! (amateurs!)
i handle toasters, i’m feelin’ like my granny’s closer,
and your b-tch can fill a pee’n like emani poster!
walkin’ around with hand-held ovens,
that ring! – and change your color like sammy sosa.
i’m sick of man who groser!
i spit it from the stomach with a’ osa and if you want it, you can come in closer!
and experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich
waste your father, waste you mother. – f-ck your parents!
play with me you know you playin’ on all mattend
you’re all latin till your potato get all gratined!
you’re all phoney tony montana ’til i stick you
in the dirt and call you irf tone – like fall fashion!
haha! – pardon, i had to laugh at that one,
usually i laugh at rappers,
wrap both of my hands around their adam’s apples and squeeze
until they see the light inside the tabernacle! – no coming back from that one! [echoes]

[outro: female speaks]
you know royce gon’ kill all of you n-gg-s, right?
hahh!
that n-gg-‘s crazy! [echoes] [beat stops]

- royce da 59

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