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tesla's ghost - fedoraz lyrics
tg: yeah!
ctm: yeah!
tg: the machine… the vendetta…
ctm: n-gg-s know how i f-ckin’ go about it man
tg: the ghost…
ctm: i spit in your f-ckin’ face n-gg-
tg: london to buffalo
ctm: knamean? tesla what up n-gg-!
tg: conway what’s good
ctm: know what i do!
[verse 1: conway the machine]
look, scientifically, mathematically
sporadically spray the ‘matic you know that automatically
he had the battery in his pack, now he a casualty
it’s sad but see he had to be wet, man what a tragedy
i’m askin’ these n-gg-s who nice with the pen and pad as me
i’m the machine you ain’t no f-ckin’ match for me
(not at all), a fifth of henny set the mood right
as i grip the semi and your moves light
rocked a [???] and my jewels bright
you worked at best buy my n-gg-s moved white
every rapper is food when i do rap
my brothers said we ’bout to blow homie don’t lose sight
these n-gg-s ain’t k!llers they just rap n-gg-s
f-ck around and get your f-ckin’ wig clapped n-gg-
i keep it strapped n-gg-, put you on your back n-gg-
i’m the machine, it’s a wrap n-gg-
[verse 2: ray vendetta]
blow the marley, spliff shotta’ from the ring couple twenties left
‘gnac, couple styrofoam cups, spittin’ phlegm on steps
faded high bent to the left, plottin’ to get back
informers telling fibs on the clique, we can’t accept that
fights i never ran from, swollen knuckles from uppercuts
mans are usin’ tampons funny boys on the up and up
talkin’ beats, i slap you face and tell you walk the plank
above the rim i used to shoot the pill and move with shanks
my uncle let me hold his .22 in ’91
he told me take and look and p-ss it back, i was stunned
in his beamer rollin’ round the bits licking blots
bought me crêpe and comics told me keep a watch for cops
flash forward ysk, pushin’ stolen whips
test some rap with drivers, flip the gears, manoeuvre swift
runnin’ from the feds at my honey’s house we were tired out
clowns tried to sucker punch k!ller, we had to ride out
[verse 3: tesla’s ghost]
all the ak clips bananas
we cruising through pumice in the black vimanas
that why there’s drama turn into purple heart sagas
blunt heads open up with purple hand katanas
chow mein brain, chow down on your weak frame
see chow and skate, i’m chow yun-fat with the gauge
creatures hangin’ off the wings of the plane
foo fighters, all you f-ck boys are biters
you tried to emulate the ghost in the sh-ll
ghost post sh-lls, that crack you like the liberty bell
i’m in h-ll, in special flame proof cells
tibetan monk stand against you, man on fire
i’m on that [???], slugs through your papaya
i’m on that hall & nash, bottled red tops
head shots, [???] glocks, gold lead pops
slow a sucker down in his tracks, you hit the dead stop
luxury flights in orbits with the black knight
moon rocks in the pipe, i’m divin’ off the satellite
i am the law, enforce it with the white bore
buckshot lead, i drop you like the wild boar
listen, are you ready for the def finale
i ride pillion, spraying off the black harley
ninety yards moving target, you shrouded
direct headshot, i doubt it
[sample to outro]
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