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letra de kwamanwiz - big kwam

[verse one]
yo shall i go first?
you hear the cl-ssical words, hot like when calico’s burst
[?] what the f-ck? you get slapped coerce
rappers so dirt but theatrics would rather flash your wrist
[?] turn a [?] into a pacifist
pulitzer prize winning
few hits from live penning
my hand high, two slits from eyes grinning
flashing the ammo cost your man in the dashing the panel
call p-ssion to vandals trying to turn scared cats into [?]
cats procrastinate
why your staff debate?
had your girl straight m-st-rbate to my master tape
because my vocal seductive, who told you to f-ck with?
the ex villainist lyricist, unapproachable rough kid
y’all n-ggas is brainless, lobotomy cats
who got you g-ssed, truth is you probably wack
smash who?
that sh-t is taboo like sodomy acts
sever your mic hand, get yourself anatomically axed

[hook] {x2}
i’m my own man
you a p-wn in this biz
what we do huh?
bomb kids and split wigs
who you be kid?
big kwam and nick wiz
collabo that’s why this song is john bliz

[verse two]
my provocative rhymes enable me to cop it with fine
but if not i recline to twisting up this chocolate dime
getting my frame dented
my pen engraving insane image
on your brain with paragraphs a pain from resin stained fingers
the pain lingers like [?] distracted
you informant youth in this rap sh-t
goose and a fitted backwards
go tell your label staff
relatives and remaining crabs
your sales is about to drop deeper than elevator shafts
propel a blade to attack your grill real n-ggas be acting ill
nothing but packaged deals, manufactured for [?]
i’m having none of it
microphone got a rubber grip
bang will slang like a dozen crips on some [?] bl–dy sh-t
f-ck who you running with, it’s academic
my staff is endless, shows all of your wack pretenders it gets [?]
i’m [?] plus i’m properly stressed
through with being cool now it’s only animosity left

[hook]

[verse three]
kwam master k!ller, my paragraphs are bitter
your is like half the miller with a twist of sarsaparilla
calling cash is realer so who want m-ssive figures?
half my n-ggas is social outcasts and sinners
when [?] conform mix hash with chronic
you frail, someone oughta check your yellow -ss for jaundice
the streets a snake pit
shiesty n-ggas try to peep the faces
of the cards while trying to double cross like sneaker laces
my fleet’s evasive when it comes to ulterior motives
my theory is close to the fam
survive, stick with me and focus
n-ggas be dissing that’s why i’m like viciously spitting
it’s lyrically written
jewel will make your periphery glisten
the pictures i’m twisting can vouch for the length of my d-ck
you a slouch [?] with pr-cks
shout and your men will get hit
that’s how i’m doing you f-gs
underground even with a major deal soon to get bad

[hook]

- big kwam

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