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letra de pressure points - al.divino

[intro: al.divino]
doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
yo

[verse 1: al.divino]
the drunken master, flexicon
wipe the floor with that windex
and set dreams into reality
totally interchangeable, the sum make you feel
able [?] play the field
they fakin’ and finna’ quake and break in the ceiling, [?]
buildin’ like nineteen
[?], light a lime green
[?] brilliant
35mm, barely in theaters
widescreen, we finagle fake
they cry like “why me?”
man, if i had a dollar for every time someone in their own sh-t askin’ for a handout, i’d be more then [?] rich
rappers pocket-watch and gossip like a bundle of sticks
stuck in quicksand, like it ain’t they own fault
we pole-vault
the money cl!ck, barely fold ’em
unapproachable, gun in vision line
load the pro tools, engineers might catch a brain aneurysm
and “b-tch” is an understatement
man on a mission, dismantle the system
on sniffable dandruff
[interlude 1: al.divino & infamus-god]
d-mn
yo

[verse 2: infamus-god & al.divino]
jackie chan parallel, power punches
drunken-fist master flippin’ the f-ck out
rat house combination, pai mei parrying praying mantis kind of attack (woo)
totally toppin’ your temple
oppositional, henchmen kick faster through both of these windows
pass the [?], at the dojo, over instrumentals
it’s so simple
ninjitsu type tatic, [?] nintendo
still get knocked the f-ck out, abracadabra, hocus pocus
magic magician physician like the iron monkey
pressure points accurate
accordingly, one fate hung during the day like hours
yo, f-ck around just lost all of your power
watch for the manchu monkeys
line jumpers unmasked
[?]
you lost all your power
couldn’t cut the umbilical cord, ’cause you’re a coward
slenderman, shining like a fight with andy caligula
in particular, vehicular homcides bound to f-ckin’ happen
salute the captain, no cappin’ (that’s-)
[interlude 2: thehiddencharacter]
ayo

[verse 3: thehiddencharacter]
box cutter sharp
50 cal’ll slap and break ’em apart
lace the beam on the gat, smoke an opp after dark
raise the blade on the hawk, 40 cal pop-yo
crescent moon on the ‘k with the [?] stocked bring your life to a halt
’bout the paper, proper, hundred dollar bills stacked inside the vault
rap n—-s couldn’t f-ck with us
ayo, you get your head tossed
got the game in a figure four headlock
f-ck around and get your hoes bed-rocked, n—-

[outro: thehiddencharacter]
f-ck up off our d-ck, n—-
ya’ ain’t f-ckin’ with us, y’heard?
sh-t, it’s like that
yo, yo, yo, yo
d-mn, d-mn
oh sh-t

- al divino

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