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letra de eviction notice - al-one the remedy

[verse 1: al-one the remedy]
i wouldn’t flash that dough
if my cash get low and i’ve been drinking?
i’ll be thinking rational
these streets is dark, damp, and cold
but this brotha lynch got me amped to roll
i’m sunk in my seat, b-mpin’, mixing hash with dro
and the good sir, make sure my flask is full (salute)
you know how that can go
mess around and get to thinking no one has to know
pull up to the party with a half a o
a half-rack in the hatchback, crammed with hoes
piling out one-by-one like a fashion show
sh-t is stupid, how we match our clothes
and you know the little homie got the ratchet close
and he ain’t scared to catch a case or leave your casket closed
me, i get it cracking with that cl-ssic flow
i ain’t on your top ten, you might p-ss for slow
all my tracks slapping, all my raps is dope
we’re the first to set it off or the last to go
i’ma have the last laugh so your -ss should know
i run laps around cats claim they smash me, no
they never talk that trash when i’m at they shows
they as common as a cold or sinners casting a stone
unless it’s bout bread, don’t get at my phone
it’s sandpeople all day, attacking these clones

[hook: sapient]
you balling hard?
well i might just show you how precious life is
you flossing hard and i’m twisted
you might get evicted from your body tonight

[verse 2: goldini bagwell]
if you don’t find my keys before it’s time to leave
and i’ve been drinking? i’ll be thinking violently
see, my regime’ll let the rifle squeeze
sometimes you gotta do wrong for a righteous means
sp ain’t a crew, it’s a dynasty
i’m gretzky in the booth the way i ice emcees
sipping ’til i fire breath
mess around and get to thinking i got tyson’s strength
r-t-rd, i’m picard in a time machine
up here, on the frontier, finally
sorry little homie, the style ain’t free
get to running off at the mouth and i’ll hike the fee
i put time into my rhymes, rightfully so
when i’m writing these poems, i’m just idling
i’m not your golden calf, don’t idol me
b-tch, i’m off that bathwater, keep your wine and cheese
blow about a half of that lime disease
and cause so much second-hand smoke that your eyes will bleed
that there combo is an irish spring
she’s an angel, they might be [?]
light sleeper
wake up inside a dream, with a vivrant thing that’s as high as me
they call me caesar the way i climb my trees
i go planet of the apes, it’s sandpeople all day

[hook: sapient]
you balling hard?
well i might just show you how precious life is
you flossing hard and i’m twisted
you might get evicted from your body tonight
you balling hard?
well i might just show you how precious life is
you flossing hard and i’m twisted
you might get evicted from your body tonight

- al one the remedy

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