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letra de pai mei - azide & milano the don

[intro]
milano the don, lyrical murderer, verbal gunsmith
(it’s a definition of the darker me) it’s just rap tho man, pay attention

[verse ]
this dude azide hit me like milly can you suit and tie this loop that i composed, i told em it’ll decompose before i’m through cuz i’m, superman, superfly, with ruegers i set precedents, for dead presidents, anyone linkin’ round the booth could die
we settle sh-t like men, i hear somebody wanna sue azide, thats suicide, this press against your head bet you medulla glide
but i would rather one two a guy, than put the gun to ’em, sun zu em pai mei, art a war your ruler’s mine
it’s you and i, look you in the eye with medusa’s eyes, pupils dilated, then ya ruler watch his pupil die, i put a dot into your eyes and run this blade across your tees
scrutinizing everything little thing to get you crucified
i’m the sickest motherf-cker yeah the putrid kind, spitting like i blew a line, then drew a rhyme, rifle i maneuver mine, contact, gotta clean the lens i’m renewing mine, that’s always the solution when it’s shooting time
twenty twenty twos what this vision bout, you’ll chew a round if it’s beef it go in and out, we never riffin’ i’d rather k!ll you than give you clout, like the movie confusing, i’ll tell you what the clip about gastroenterologist, can’t figure what this sh-t about & seo can’t figure what my clique about, lyrically i’m in ya house, little pistol out so any b-st-rds whining, get a baby round in they mouth that should pacify em
get away, scott free, like a p-ss to byron, on the chest, two 38’s strapped for firing, cl-ssify it as me pulling the twins out like chicks showing t-tties to mike tyson i’m flashing iron
when it flash that’s premonition, you’ll see a life before eyes pre-evolutionary retinal vision, let em diss us, bite back like a set a wisdoms, sn-tching everything in your possession thats an exorcism from any distance, aim nice when that desert spitting, guess it must be a mirage if that desert missing
i tag teams with the hatchet if i’m weapon switching, you get smash with the ax this a demolition
i got a baby face, “pull up” make you aviate, pull a “kids card” when i’m pulling out this “crazy eight”
me and my homie “set the trap,” then we lay in wait & have a back and forth over whether or not you’ll take da bait (debate)
we get straight to plates, eating never saying grace, unless you say it after, that’ll be ya only saving grace
when i take this razor blade out of this shaving case, i’m shaming you in public in other words you ain’t saving face
when the sun starts setting and the tides shifting, i throw the body in the ocean watch em die sinking
if he survive drifting, i’m in the water to my knees with the pole when it kick you’d think i’m fly fishing

- azide milano the don

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