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slim hazy - reverberate كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i know the whole world been waitin’ for this moment
since pac p-ssed the torch for all the haters to hold it
now the game all messed, ain’t a soul who can control it
’till reverberate dropped, yup, i know you just folded

[verse 1: slim hazy]
when you reminisce on rodney king
my name is slim and i’m gonna’ sing
ice water, ice water
instead of, guns and slaughter
mr. gigalo givin’ mo’
yo, it’s too late to blow
she a skettlebam too!
no gats, no blunts, no brew
i yell too much
get stressed too quick
a full clip and tough homies in my clique
and if you really wanna’ ball, we even give you a wall
from the time i was a toddler, tiny and small
keep it tight wounds like two blood hounds
the same ground that gave you your dollars and your pounds
from my feet to my hips, then
propelling from my lips
young kids k!ll for the cream, cut throats and holding clips
carve my name in your brain, make your head bang
a blunt when it lit but ain’t no thang
rocking from the cradle till my bones creak
sort of unique, you’ll hesitate to speak
k-illa’s tryin’ to do a smooth-creep
so all that pathetic stuff, y’all can keep
make thy sad grove in my dishevelled hair
and the only thing you can do is stop and stare
kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent
thanking allah for the star and the crescent
there ain’t no shame in my game
down to do anything
thank god he’s out now
and while i sing
you know, tirth, i just couldn’t take your place
hundred dollar fact, you still a face
even though you caught up in the new craze
with the baby-mama drama and the weed blaze
separate yourself from the culture that you’re k!lling
you know, the worst part about living
and slow it up for me
remember how good everything used to be?
dj choose another selection
i’m sure as h-ll you ain’t wanna miss this section
uh

[bridge]

[verse 2: slim hazy]
lil f-g, i hit you in your g-spot now you got cardiac arrest
rap is only made for real g’s you shouldn’t mess with the best
when your music plays the people’s ears bleed in protest
now stop in your tracks cause you’re under arrest
for f-ggotry, defamation and theft
boom!
i hope you like the smell of the penitentiary
for being remember as the worst mc of the last half-century
boom!
where your street cred’ at, cuh?
where your clique and yo’ homies at, cuh?
where your big talks at, cuh?
where the weed when you’re depressed at, cuh?
i know you wanna’ let it all out and just cry
i would too, if i received a lyrical black eye
so from now on there’s some rules you must abide (by)
whatever you did earlier don’t comply
i mean, just how low will you go?
look at your pitiful self, more useless than a scarecrow
and yet here you are, consumed by your own ego
you’re crazy high, how’d you get it, freeload?
but you still follow me wherever i go
how you say dumb in spanish me no hablo
now stand aside and watch a real godd-mn hero
yo’ rhymes so flat it remind me of a plateau
i’m a student-turned-artist, van gogh
you shoot at me and miss, dwight howard free throws

- slim hazy

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