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letra de keanu reeves (remix) - asa jake

(asa)
me and kirk k!ll these rappers when we jotting bars
then i do it off top just to top it off
ima hit the global stage if i keep dropping songs
they know this brit is going places when he popping off
you ain’t got the shot
like rogan, you thinkin’ it’s cool
you don’t really think covid is an issue
you think it’s overblown and that is the flu
got you in the scope, ima hit from the roof
i would run up and approach you; i’m gripping the tool
but you choking and snifflin’ and i don’t wanna get it
so i’m being socially distant from you
clark kent’s clothes when he switchin’ to superman
totally fits what you do ’cause you going up into the studio
hoping to k!ll sh-t but you
getting croaked, so you rip in the booth
any foe’ll forfeit in a feud
they will fold cuz they’re fickle and futilе
a 44. will finish a few of the folks that are fixing to fool
it ain’t no sеlfie stick but i’ll pull out the stick and then shoot
bang
game over
f-ck tom macdonald
wait, hold up
funny your gangs name is hangover
’cause you’ll get f-cked up like you ain’t sober
ima play on your name more
i’m over hanging with your gang of lame posers
f-ck with me
i’ll take rope and i’ll strangle ya
that’s what your gang get hanged over
you can not imagine or even fathom
what ima pack into raps when i’m rappin’ this fast in it
get a bodybag and i’ll fasten it
you be lookin bad like your fashion disastrous
packin’ a mac in the back of an ac?
no, my pack is immaculate, back and more accurate
than ever and i be blasting the gat
so it’s kinda funny that when i’m cappin’ i’m accurate
four fingers’ll form a fist then ima
force it in your orifice; finish ya
formidable force that rips into ya, so fork over the foreign whip
‘fore i’m finna get your coordinates
locate your address
i don’t want no games
i don’t play with fascists
i’m gon fade em like old age with handsomeness
she won’t hang; it’s no strings attached
you’re a pro gamer
okay, but when i cold blade
i’ll stick in your skull, may just rotate ya both ways
leave it stuck in your head like the old days in the brains of those of old age
then i’m gon’ spray
you’ll be leaving this earth
equal to me when i begin a verse
if he wanna verse me then he is a purpose
’cause he will either be defeated or served
the heater will burst
i’ll shoot you in the face though and throw you into the boot of my range
my tool got some range on it
you a snake so it’s toy story
’cause i got a toy and a boot with your name on it
(kirk)
h-lla rappers say they vicious but they awful soft
me and asa tradin’ b-tches from across the pond
h-lla rappers tradin’ lyrics like they stocks and bonds
with the barrel kb grip it like he donkey kong
they think i’ve come and gone? what will they think of next?
back in this b-tch like makeup s-x
i wager you don’t wanna place that bet
make ya heart sink like an anchor, pull the stick like jenga just to make ya sweat
and do you really think i’d test my gangsta and run some sh-t with asa? you can take a guess
aim at will, came to k!ll like a navy seal
really bout to get screwed, hoe, when i pull up with the f-ckin’ tool know that it ain’t a drill
and you’ll know that the pain is real when your bloodstains get spilled on my f-ckin’ stainless steel and you better say that kb’s ill or have your brain get peeled like a f-ckin’ safety seal
you’re defeated
you’re unneeded like more policing, ’cause
they harm our people for just morbid reasons
then distort the reason why we storm the streets
then i gotta hear it from that laura ingraham, here’s a story b-tch; report i’m seethin’
my f-ckin uzi got a hunnid rounds, ’bout a hunnid pounds like a tour of england
now fox can spin it, everybody up at fox can get it
f-ck around and make you wanna play dead, and if they wanna play ima pause ‘em
when it comes to it, you’ve got nonsense written
so if it ain’t my squad, forget it
’cause your sh-t is like hip-hop now
b-tch, there ain’t no logic in it
(outro: kirk)
‘fore i cut, you already stunned; that’s that damascene
when i’m done, b-tch it’s mask off like, it’s mask off, yeah
drippin’ blood just because it’s fun like it’s halloween
b-tch we done, do not hit me up, please don’t bother me
ain’t no mcs across the seas as raw as we is

- asa jake

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