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letra de run the yard - aasim

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[intro]
ladies and gentlemen
it’s about that time
the hungry n-ggas is out
let’s go, uh

[verse 1]
the hurt thrower, the demon far from a churchgoer
the first of the bloodthirsty emerge from the earth solo
and worst, give a he-rs-, flowers rise form the dirt slower
each verse is a curse, kurt cobain bring the he-rs- over
the purse sn-tcher to any beat you put on attacker
after the laughter, disaster falls on you rap b-st-rds
all of you backpackers rise up out of the black cloud
all of you rap clowns, we want our sound back now
sl!ck kirby, black suit with a sl!ck derby
new york city sl!ck, they should give me a knicks jersey
go hard, ho home, go ‘melo
go cuban with the jesus piece, a solid gold yellow
aasim is, black and malcolm, mercedes features
eighties crack baby, shake the world up, take your fetus
arabian nights, foreign embassy, take your leaders
make the hate receivers deaf to all you make believers

[chorus]
i run the yard, i run the yard
i’m a high school dropout, n-gga, i go hard
yankee fitted is the crown i put on
i’m not a king, i’m a motherf-ckin’ god
n-gga, i run the yard, i run the yard
i’m a beast from the east, i sn-tch your lucky charms
your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
as i crush so-called w-ll–s, thugs, and rapper-dons
[verse 2]
uh, ring the alarm, your synagogue is in danger
the minute i unleash my wrath upon your livestock
notify authorities, crime stoppers, and crime watch
my crime waves sink your titanic and melt your ice off
they say my hip hop’s gone, it’s in a pine box
well it’s time for the zombies to sn-tch you out of your abercrombie
stare in the eyes of the biggest dog in the yard
i howl at the moon and take a sh-t under the stars
and as far as i’m concerned, i’m stealin’ behind bars
the menace leadin’ the charge from a band in my garage
i jump of the earth’s crust and land beyond mars
social club’s the product, we stand behind ours
call me jeff playin’ leroy, copy my transition
got honda civic money with ferrari ambition
i pull a rug from under you, got a ego, i’ll humble you
and be the reason why your woman is no longer f-ckin’ you

[chorus]
i run the yard, i run the yard
i’m a high school dropout, n-gga, i go hard
yankee fitted is the crown i put on
i’m not a king, i’m a motherf-ckin’ god
n-gga, i run the yard, i run the yard
i’m a beast from the east, i sn-tch your lucky charms
your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
as i crush so-called w-ll–s, thugs, and rapper-dons

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