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letra de frosted flakes - al.divino & estee nack

[instrumental intro]

[intro: estee nack]
yeah
nack super (nack, divino)
secret agent on his rap sh-t, man (yo, pass the glass)
take missions for the flakes (yeah, yeah)
sh-ts better be frosted, man
schyeah (super)
yo

[verse 1: estee nack & al.divino]
n-ggas get slaughtered for doubtin’, orders, i’m countin’ (word)
bouncin’, hit my lake in the mountain, frozen water, the fountain (splash)
oraculos letters i’ve attracted together (word)
my rappin’ is better, i’m bringin’ this sh-t back to the cheddar (gettin’ money, son)
get slacked for whatever, see my heart is the glacier (yeah)
this audio tape is a part of my nature (it’s me, son)
it’s like i was born in a house of white privileges, started with acres (with everything)
expandin’ my territory past the borders of asia (migrate)
live motivator in sound stereo (yeah), grand imperial
ounces and pounds of the raw material (what’s you want, cuh?)
cop hammers and scratch the serial numbers (uh), i’m out for the dollar signs
turnin’ dakota city to columbine (brrat)
after the paint job, the corvettes lookin’ like calamine (woo)
nah, homie, you ain’t no pal of mine (nah)
denied (denied), snow whales is on the rise (cruisin’)
downhill triple black diamonds, i’m with the homicide (skrrt)
[chorus: al.divino & estee nack]
blunted raps, snow flakes frosted on the track (uh-huh)
flow is cold as the polar ice caps (yeah)
we stay on point just like a spiked bat (you know that)
pullin’ flavors out of the spice rack (fire)
blunted raps, snow flakes frosted on the track (blunted, yeah, yo, uh-huh)
flow is cold as the polar ice caps (them ice caps)
we stay on point just like a spiked bat (yo, sh-t is cold, son)
pullin’ flavors out of the spice rack (ayo, fire)

[verse 2: estee nack]
robotic the flair with hands like georges st-pierre
you got it if you wanna take it there (if you wanna take it there)
that beef you bringin’ taste great with beer (yeah)
had an amazin’ year (yeah), and now my whole team laced in gear (check us out though)
shorty cryin’ a river, but she wastin’ tears
me, i meet a withered secret like a mason affair
sacredest fair, novices play the rear (yeah, put it in the back)
it’s crystal-clear, your confidence been replaced with fear (what up?)
raised a tier, i’m a specialist, descendant from a fluorescent miss
leavin’ you restin’ over the presence of my neck and wrist (bling)
i ain’t in your top five? you better check your list (check that)
i’m talkin’ spanish to my receptionist (yo, ¿qué lo que, ma?)
hablo español (uh-huh), cappin’ this just like a castoro (snap)
wardrobes are like a stack of gold (yeah)
nack is supernatural (supernatural)
in the holy palace, i’m like a admiral (yeah, like a chief, huh?), the facts is actual (word)
[chorus: al.divino]
blunted raps, snow flakes frosted on the track (uh-huh)
flow is cold as the polar ice caps (yeah)
we stay on point just like a spiked bat (you know that)
pullin’ flavors out of the spice rack (fire)
blunted raps, snow flakes frosted on the track (blunted, uh-huh)
flow is cold as the polar ice caps (you know that)
we stay on point just like a spiked bat (snow that)
pullin’ flavors out of the spice rack (fire)

[verse 3: al.divino]
corner-store capo, obese bankrolls (money)
watchin’ out for plain clothes, we stay lowkey (word)
panoramic perception, all angles (three-sixty)
dash and give tap-dance lessons you can’t question (never)
my transgression ambidextrous
predicate felons, heckler split melons (doot-doot-doot)
fishscale resin, flip pale, destined for greatness
five-star-restaurant reservations (eatin’)
fried calamari, shots of sake to the head (drunk)
she tryna play tonsil hockey with my third leg (ha)
i’m not the one to f-ck around with, they counterfeit (they fake)
ounces lit, vibrant ultraviolet clouds amidst
your soul bound to drift away with the wind (gone)
funnelin’ gin, fumblin’ gems, i play to win (winners)
the hustle never ends, better bend the rules (the rules)
study long, study wrong, rakin’ that revenue (‘nue, dollars)
palace crew neck, black and blue nubucks
i beat these rappers black and blue for a few bucks (chin-check)
with ease, i get your crew touched, faces bruised up (f-cked up)
frontin’ for your fans, but you a f-ckin’ fruit cup
i moved up the ranks, abundance of dank
nothin’ but franks like i just stuck up a bank
and got away with it, see through suckers like i had x-ray vision (see through)
they sneak-dissin’, but we ain’t trippin’

- al divino estee nack

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