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letra de enner da jamal (int-row) - ankhten brown

[verse 1]
flippin’ burgers like the way i flip these (?) today
my fingers looking bl–dy and a finger with a bl–dy baby
(?)
never call this b-tch, it ain’t the answer to the games you play
my n-gg-s in heat of h-ll with angels on their shoulderblades
dancing with the devil got a price to pay don’t be a slave
reckon with a force of flame a thousand wicked slave masters
go beyond the same p-ssage, be a key and make answers
f-ck you and your babylon, i babble on to k!ll ‘em all
monster with a heart of gold and time to get my thriller off
pop with liquor, now we gone
comin’ back a stronger man
jungle arm any different planes get your hustle on
stretchin’ wide, make ‘em all loose when you muscle on
pick-and-roll groove with the beat like a needle on
need an army when i creep through the mission
i’m a beast with the pop, boy, watch how you mix and f-ck a
soup kitchen hoe just to ease the addiction on my mind
be infinity at night, i unleash it in the night
with the spliff getting high every evening
i arise to the gift that we turn with a meaning
k!lling demon after demon as i learn how to be them
got some angels in the rye that can help me to release them
f-ck ‘em, never love ‘em if they stupid with no reason
i mean, really is you season 40 pounds of beef (?)
tweaking of off crystals, got you really deep and sinking
i’m in sync with melodies to keep the energy uplifting
ball on top of finger, spinning like the world we live in
presidents after dead presidents (?) it’s always winning
dollar sign, eyeb-lls, plaguing many people
with no x-ray vision to perceive what is equal
i mean, we, (?), closing eyes to the sequel
but it’s clear like the screens that our eyes get abused to
crimes under youtube, glued to the bluetooth, close to boo-hoos, lie with the who’s who, fines under woo-hoo
clap for the shoeful, slap for the junkie and you crack by the spoonful
ears looking gunky from the residue of dope tunes
hair like coconut, born from the oak
ooh, never telling who
who, keep it real cool
cool, with you got a screw
loose, put it in a hex like monkey flipping (?)
doo-doo on another level, stinking up the whole block
h20 with every metals twisting melon, tongue-tied
candy women off of lettuce, golden body with the curvature
perfect form in peaches
tanning in ibiza where the beaches packed with ugly leeches
each is on my side with a chance in every way to reach it
(?) i see dimensions splitting like a toothpick
ruthless motherf-ckers always trying to fruitpick
truth is, i be on the block with the loud sh-t
sprinkling (?)
who’s this?
looking in the mirror feeling clueless
close our eyes and learn together energy to do this
a n-gg- (?), majestically moving
who the f-ck is you, i mean why do you think you own sh-t?
all i know is me and my familia is k!lling it
we really out here grilling it, my aim is at the trillions
n-gg- we ain’t finished yet our energy is infinite
i ain’t stopping until i reach, the odds are seven billion
really on a mission to reveal that we are better than the bullsh-t that they puttin’ on the newspapers and television
open up your mind and see that we are more than (?)
if they hit the lights in this one, we already see a difference

- ankhten brown

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