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yaktu oraji - rain كلمات أغنية

all mics split slit gash fast rhyme on hits/
type to snipe jack santa claus all type of sht/
he i’ll smash rappers up like he eat meals/
who sent you? n-gga i had did this on my free will/
weak sk!lls dope? that’s letting sun heat chill/
ruin rich people’s fun just to get a cheap thrill/
hi o haters, im ending n-ggas like omega/
test me ‘’yall don’t wanna’’ like capone n noreaga/
i blown so many fakers to zero percent and nothing smoked
like controlled substance, kapeesh u blood sucking leeching/
leave muhf-ckers bleeding from the uppercutting leaking smacked
up fast quick give him a maxi pad/
sucks that get punk’s wet yall n-ggas looking suspect/
all yall cr-p, my finger itching like a dope fiend leave em necro
asphyxiated off a smoke screen appeared in the pope’s dream
up at 4 yo what up doe/
ink was chromatic rhymes carved in stone tablets/
, a sick and cold maverick, old bold savage/
, become the hunted like a spooky house ‘’ooh a mouse!’’
sp-wn this, peter my heater keep me dauntless/
, im accurate with the aim of the mic device/
hungry rappers look at me like ‘’yummy ima bite the nice’’
one that’ll slit you and gash, hit you at last/
pick you up by the arm and leg and rip u in half/
, his girlfriend mean mugging ‘’b-tch is you mad?’’
bet this zip in yo -ss it’s big get a graph/
, sick when he laugh, trip and he laugh/
pop ya pops like mainstream sorry bout dad/

- yaktu oraji

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