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letra de loudmouths - alps cru (rap)

[verse 1: rob iii]
here recently, i’ve noticed mad loud mouths be talkin’
but i play em like c.c. penniston and keep on walkin’ by
i’m tired of all these studs hollerin’ keep it real
then partyin’ every video like the n-ggas never chill

[verse 2: p da wicked]
that’s how i feel, mad loud mouths is what i douse
jabbin’ mc with the mic like a knight in the joust alps
meaning all the resists proceeds south
you gotta come wantin’ to knock n-ggas out

[verse 3: rob iii]
n-ggas swear they hardcore
cause they carry a bat to a cast
wearin’ timberlake’s leather coats and always c-ckin’ they hats talkin’ about smokin’ blunts, wearin’ gofronts
claiming that they k!llers, knowing that they never even punched a n-gga
then you got them wannabe fake-ass drug sellers
thinking that they riddle with john gotti or the goodfellas
you think you’re big time, you’re not you little b-st-rd
we have more clout than you
before our tape was even masked, ha ha

[verse 4: p da wicked]
i’ve arisen from the ashes like a phoenix
to leave these mc’s running like a nose, here’s a kleenex
i bring high relief like sculpture when i melt ya, melt ya
like ice cream is what i’m after
rumors spread like roaches with the lights on can’t you see? ignorance is deadly when you speak upon the peace
so when i respond, don’t take it personal like monica
with my hands on you like stevie wonder on harmonica
[verse 5: rob iii, p da wicked]
our lyrical sk!lls excel from day to day
we got that knock and what you got out?
your lyrics ain’t got enough nuts like tupac phase 2
all y’all tryin’ to diss me in the past
cause i irritate like hemorrhoids when i’m up in that ass
f-ckin’ with the concept of balance and you’ll get crushed
tryin’ to battle the third a piece move and you’ll get buzzed by lyrical slugs
these two microphone thugs be bangin’ and slangin’ like
blackrock and i’m in you like a fat c-ck
oh, wack-m sees me to worry, his chords in session
and rock the third and be smooth is the jury
and there’s a penalty for wackness
so n-ggas who think they got sk!lls, cultivate the blackness
at this point in time, i’m divine like the shrine in medina
kick more ass than bruce lee up in china
like an acrobatic actor, i flip scripts
clearin’ your audio pathways like q-tips
like a prostitute’s v-g-n-, i got loose lids
when i carry my lyrical clock
i’m always packin’ two clips

[verse 6: p da wicked]
some don’t believe i got trick up sleeves, so this trick i do
i retrieve cause i’m young like steve
give me a beat that’ll snap that spot
as i combine with the bassline, it’s divine
raise your hand and shield your eyes as i shine
i get better with time like wine, line after line
as i blow, i show, i can go blow for blow
as i climb my logo in my wine body rodeo
don’t deal with the users, they host these sucks
i keep banging to leave em deformed like eon flux
so bounce cause i’ma see you, your mug i’ma steal
and leave it man scarred like that kid named seal

- alps cru rap

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