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letra de wing chun - a-f-r-o

[intro]

judging by you, your old man’s kung fu stinks

[verse 1]

and you could never flip through my folder, spit high or sober
him shine to solar, quick time reloader

[hook]

keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
he drop deadly every time, wing chun

[verse 1, continued]

the humble, the body and the cranium of zeus
here to tussle, my body be the stadium to prove
i’m the muscle, bring it back to bashing brutal p-punishment
reb-ttal by anybody wanna battle with the brother, pimpin’
beg to differ, prolific, fro gifted with the coalition
go listen to the culture king, close to commence with a closed up fist
i’m – the other dimension i travel, unravel utter suspicion
i handle with a cut up against the commando that i’m runnin’ against
my hobby is to fight, to calm me, kindly the k!ll the tumor
i got a body type like tommy tiny lister jr
pen bury in cost, get scary when p-ssed off
visionary master write up glengarry glen ross
i’m jack lemmon, and al pacino
rap legend, i’m out to be tho
that reverend out to speak tho
list of n-ggas i’m out to deebo
(hook 2x)

keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
he drop deadly every time, wing chun

son stop snoozing, fro’s on the rise
blood starts oozing, those won’t survive

[verse 2]

i’m the kingpin, black and mexican vincent d’onofrio
the deep end, back to the depths again, godzilla minus one
the prelims, passin’ through, after a few i have to destroy
no pre-tend, have to use the wrath that i fuse to go and employ
the peace within, but unlock me, the weapon, got the rage i got to
keep within, no mo talkin’, my profession is pain, you best to
breathe it in, blessed, and yes and so fresh, ever go flex, when i
compete with the pen, but eventually i get tired of braggadocio
know i’m not the average, cause fro study true sk!ll
music in my carriage, patrollin’ up a new hill
i promised all my passed ones, a-f-r-o podium president
poet, praying, and pulling my heart when i’m goin’ (in!)
talk to papa proper, pop up upon pompous imposter
walk the apocalypse like i be w-lly wonka with the vodka on it
when i’m on a mission, i be gettin’ it ready, steadily, on a different melody
a little bit of heavenly
i be heavily, ahead of everybody
with a full head of fro, ring the alarm, better be known, i keep them
[hook 2x]

keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
he drop deadly every time, wing chun

son stop snoozing, fro’s on the rise
blood starts oozing, those won’t survive

(me k!llin’ n0body like you
could ruin that good reputation of mine)

(crawl!)

wing chun

(sh-thead! p-ss off!)

- a f r o

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