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letra de sylvester lundgren - action bronson & the alchemist

[verse 1 – action bronson]
[verse 1 – action bronson]
cash off the top, cash off the top
play with my money motherf-cker get shot
weed from the dread that i roll in the fanta
cover on my d-ck so i won’t catch the monster
i don’t even know myself, i’m twisted
this exquisite sh-t that flip when i rip it
???, right hand quicker than ridd-ck’s
safe to say that i’m the sh-t here
red suede shoes, a holiday in arizona
cocaine nines, open up the abalone
smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni
put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me
motherf-cker raise your hand when you speak
act wild this .45 is gettin’ jammed in your cheek
play the hotel room with b-tches tossin’ my b-tt
layin’ back chillin’ blowin’ a blunt
motherf-cker you

[verse 2 – meyham lauren]
play them soundblocks, tinted ??? no gimmick
game of life is trifling, through the good advice i’m ’bout to win it
f-ck a rap but i still run around the map and still get it
let a n-gg- violate her make a visor out his fitted
shoebox spinach ??? blocks finished, my life is real
??? clocking currency but on the stage we hyper still
i spit for new york where we rep a different type of skill
but all from plan to kill while listenin’ to cypress hill
my life is ill infections, get spread through incisions
conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division
shinin’ when i’m rhymin’ my slang f-ck up your vision
missiles leave you layin’ missionary if i’m on a mission
that’s all precision, precise moves change of position
never snitchin’, define ??? inquisition
my team’s about to run the world and that’s a true prediction
another day, another dollar, and a new affliction

[verse 3]
you know you picked the wrong n-gg-s to f-ck with, you punk b-tch
tyson uppercuts, bruce lee front kicks
i’m dexter with the blood splatter
have you shakin’ in the back seat with jfk, covered in brain matter
everything i talk i walk
crib lookin’ like a blackboard, oh sh-t, flooded with white chalk
heartbeat racin’ fast, when i chase yo -ss
with a jason mask, p-ssy boy wave the flag
life ain’t savin’ that, family draped in black
visit your maker, now you can’t make it back
one-way ticket to the fire and brimstone
my mental’s locked up but my physical been home
question our god ask him what do i sin for
he said i do wrong cause eve is my kinfolk
bloodline of a disobedient
mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients

- action bronson the alchemist

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