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letra de spit shine - 8 mile

i’ma clean this whole sh-t out like climax
with words put together better then sony electronics
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest
eat with the lions, swim with piranhas
gasoline the scene, strike the match
inferno, i’m to through n-gg-, so stand back
i spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline

i’m strick with knives, straight with razors
good with grenades and great with gages
(yeah)
been around the world on a million stages
watch n-gg-‘s b-tch up and go through changes
i had gun’s before guns was in fashion
i mashed out before n-gg-s knew mashin’
i knew terror before the plane started crashin’
i got punch lines and n-gg-‘s ain’t laughin’

i’m gon be here after the smoke dye down
insomnia style, i won’t lye down
fight the good, fight, don’t need no help
keep your hands up defend yourself
move like i move and live lifelong
can’t move up if your heart’s not strong
get your own sh-t ’cause this sh-t’s mine
every time i spit, i shine

c-ck-sucker i preach what i practice
back sh-t up, wrap this, rap sh-t up
still actin’ up, get found in the trunk of an acuva
y’all suck like jail in dracula
x turn up the heat, increase the hatred
straight stone face don’t f-ck with gay sh-t
so i guess that means, i can’t f-ck with you now

drew down, let off, facate to new town
you feel like bishop, induced now
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down
(yeah)

rough sound, same strong background
bent on black the big boys playin’ tips down
my whole train of thought is the party
any motherf-cker with problems and not get caught
i was blessed with life when i cursed to death
i’m a spit till my very last breath

f-ck y’all

i’m gon’ be here after the smoke dye down
insomnia style, i won’t lye down
fight the good, fight, don’t need no help
keep your hands up defend yourself
move like i move and live lifelong
can’t move up if your heart’s not strong
get your own sh-t ’cause this sh-t’s mine
every time i spit, i shine

let me get a three second look, i hit a million dollar target
you ain’t came up yet well n-gg-, let me show ya
(aaa)
come across dope like planes and boats
like balloons filled with c-ke, down a mexican’s throat
you ever seen a man get smoked and sh-t on himself
the body shake for a second, then it can’t stop a second
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved
let one n-gg- talk, everybody gettin’ caught for sure

i say that to say this
if you can’t handle the time then ride the beach
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence
castrate yourself expose the b-tch
x go head up, the f-ck never ran from it
i got engaged with buck shots that you can’t stomach
you ain’t a killer you a alb-m filler
you ain’t a soldier you a rap promoter
game over

- 8 mile

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