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letra de mask off (remix) - a-game

[intro: a-game]
call it how it is – straight gas. raptile sh-t

[verse 1: a-game]
i was on molly and heroin, never touched a percocet
kicked the dog food, if i didn’t then i would be surely dead
now i’m back up in the booth, cutting rhymes like a shuriken
if you talking sh-t, i’ll strangle you tighter than tourniquets
i got no, mask on when i enter your residence
i want you to see my face, b-tch i’m evil, no resident
you best stay up on my good side, cause i’m not right in my head
i guess a pen and pad’s exactly what i need in life to vent
so i don’t knock you on your -ss like you’ve been taking percocet
i’m a k!ller on these beats, call me “a-game berkowitz”
drop hot fire, then i ask myself the same sh-t urkel says
man or woman, i will never, ever show love for a b-tch
i just be going in on every instrumental
it’s a-g-a-m-e you ain’t get the memo
i be k!lling rappers, and this just a demo
they don’t want no smoke, these little hoes ain’t endo
homie, plain and simple, i ain’t gang banging
but you’ll still get popped like you a f-cking pimple
if you f-ck around and try talking sh-t
the best option’s if we all staying civil
why you trying to act hard-bodied?
i see through you like a gl-ss window
i’m the raptile, i spit venom
and i creep and crawl like a black widow
and the fact is, the whole track rips
when i rap sh-t, it’s crack-get’cho
lighters out and stick this in your pipe
smoke til’ you choke, i’m a go get you hype
play the f-cking beat, and let a youngin’ speak
i guarantee you’d think i’m cold as some ice
i don’t get a lot of sleep, i’m trying to live my dreams
so i ain’t gotta do a nine to a five
been in pa for about a year
and now i’m heading back home to the land i reside
hit the bottom, even under gravel
now i’m on my come-up, you can bet that i’ll shine
always going hard, i gotta grind
cause i got a family that count on mines
so i’m working, making dough to p-ss the time
then i slay the booth with all these wicked rhymes
stared death in the face and i’m still alive
mind’s still intact, i’m seeing dollar signs
artists i’m a fan of, f-cking with my lines
fans say i helped them through the hardest times
and that’s real

[verse 2]
every time i rap, i black out on a track you’ll learn that a-game merking sh-t
bro these rappers all are trash, i wish i never heard their sh-t
feed their body to the gators, so they’re never heard again
y’all can’t hang around your boy if you ain’t aiming for a win
and that’s why my circle is, small as baby pinkies
a-game ain’t too friendly, if you fake you crazy thinking you’ll be hanging with me
i ain’t playing games, i’m bout my paper, that’s my daily mission
a-game ain’t pretending, you can get lost if you can’t get with it
…get lost if you can’t get with it
hip hop has gone to sh-t from all these mr. hanky’s spittin’
my name be ringin’ bells, and i ain’t really made a presence
ain’t that a blessin’ now these people they f-ck with my message
r.i.p to my fallen homies
and my brothers lonely in a f-ckin’ cell
written letters and visitation
it’ll help ’em make it out that f-ckin’ h-ll
f-ck a percocet and any opiate
to keep it real i think we shouldn’t tell
people that it’s ok to take them
if you play with fire, you might f-ckin’ melt
but at the end of the day, we gon’ do what we do
f-ck all the bullsh-t i’m keeping it cool
can’t afford a single setback
you can bet that i’ll always be on the move
ain’t got money for a therapist
and i guarantee that’s why i be in the booth
one day i’ll blow up like a terrorist
after birth of the ssserpent, releasing right now

- a game

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