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letra de the plug - black the ripper

[verse 1: black the ripper]
alien communication
these bars i write down go flying across the nation
i ain’t like these spoilt brats, i really started from the pavement
mobbing out, k!lling sets on pirate radio stations
now i hit stage, get blazed, collect payments
no record deal but i’m still living like i made it
they all know what my name is, i’m smiling like “hi, haters”
smoking og all day, i’m high like skyscr-pers
people love to small talk but me, i don’t care
if you ain’t talking business then i ain’t tryna hear
i’ll be on a plane, thirty-thousand feet in the air
looking forward to landing, soon as i do, i get my dank in
i ain’t ramping, you see what’s happening?
take over from the ground up, keep your mouth shut
but real talk, blud, the state of the game’s f-cked
you want that real sh-t back? then holla me, i’m the plug

[hook: black the ripper]
i’m the one you want
’cause i’ve got what you need
holla at me, i’m the plug
you know what i mean
i’m the one you want
’cause i’ve got what you need
holla at me, i’m the plug
you know what i mean
i’m the one you want
i’ve got what you need
holla at me, i’m the plug
you know what i mean
i’m the one you want
’cause i’ve got what you need
holla at me, i’m the plug
you know what i mean

[verse 2: footsie]
get busy with the grub, i’m electric (buzzing)
i’m heavy like tonnes, i get metric
i’m a pessimist and a skeptic (what’d you say?)
plug a man up, leave him septic (chef it, chef it, chef it)
full box set, sky atlantic
the shipment came gigantic (‘mundo)
whip it with finesse, i’ve got a next wrist (whip, whip)
f-ck with my food? that’s a death wish

[verse 3: capo lee]
so i’m just rolling, thinking and i’m zoning
smiling at the sun, i’m never moaning
up and downs, yeah, i go through ’em, you never know, i just hold it down
i make money, i got it, anything you need, my part of town
i’m probably holding
walking, now i’m running, know the man that i’m becoming
that be destined for some great sh-t, i’m grinding till my grave ditch
family over paper, praying to the maker
give a thanks every morning that i wake up, capo

- black the ripper

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