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letra de pacasso - 3 dice ceno

( intro to pacasso)

aye brah dawg aye its about that time fa me to do it again
aye rodd my n-gga you know i wasn’t gonna let you down on this one, not this one hear me how go

(starts to speak:)

never mo naw never again will they ever hear a poem better recitied then him (tssh) gone head play it back when you hear em
and see how he’s in every way how brah sawwd him out
which is the reason the streets called him out cause when it come to how i am its the streets that done taught mе how
i’m staying hungry for this rap money that caught my eye so lassoеd to to the truth i duck taped the lies
speaking that very shyt that you can rap up in a fonta im that blue
magic frank lucas found at a fine time
just look how attached to the grind i’m just becuase to the grind
i’m (sample:) great baby
(dice:) i’m whats stemed off in the concrete and open to it like full bloom under the full moon howling that very feeling that compared to what drugs do pianting a picture so vivid so those how relate can reach out to blowin that premium c in a crowd of wild orchid consumed in vapors out to chew paper in large portions
so without further adue i introduce to you a gad-mn vulture
(slight pause) not taking any pride in a moment waste cause most respect invested time in a moment taking i learned this freestyling on
block corners bout as reckless as the borderlands is cuah tied to the fact that i could be poisoned by the heat of a scud
cause when that find the heart of a castro in a young saddam
they make society stare on ya like an ossama wishing you gone ok
look i ain’t seen the suburbs since the age of five left in the sink with
the suds lucky to be live known there is a few out the million wishing a n-gga died still in all preforming such remarkable procedures through speech under closed eyes i’m something like when the lord made vivian thomas but to be a lil more honest honestly i have yet to
give you all yet me look! my existence is no differnt then the devil is to a stare to paint a picture with the voice the only thang there heavy
off a four blunts two patron bottles now blowing on a square, sittin on my steps staring out to the corners voicing my benediction with a bad thang next to me
just listen as they applaud and i turn awaythe lights go dim and
my presence with it fades away

- 3 dice ceno

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