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letra de stepp backk - blackk chronical

[intro]
ahh, listen
k!ll it, k!ll it, y’know!
oi, chronical, oi, listen!
chronical!

[verse 1]
if you ain’t got a message
why the h-ll is you speaking ?
talking about your vision cuz i ain’t seeing what you’re seeing
lost brothers still believing in you heavens
they corrupt kings pieces turn children to sleep
fashion sound waves together like the cute seep in
for this trap star gangsters a&r’s feeling
put this cd in your set now we’re streaming in your blood stream (put this cd in your set now we’re streaming in your blood stream)
words become a part of your matter
hip-hop martyr use stanzas
like the treatment for cancer
convert anger like alchemist
clapping got their hands up cause they want more
encore for the onslaught of celebrity wh-r-s
rock a lever dress just for applause
i keep my eye in the king
they all p-wns in this city of sin
break of dawn i be at war summons scarab with wings
chronical‘s here let the realness begin

[chorus x2]
if you ain’t down for real hip-hop
stepp backk!
talking that trap star gangster
stepp backk!
would pull a trigger out on your own brother then
stepp backk!
diluting the essence then
stepp backk!

[verse 2]
ay listen!
silver casket was for the vampires of the game
who just for the sake of the fame
sold their music like crack cocaine telling young brothers to self-destruct by use of a gauge
brainwashed by corrupted execs just to get that chain
what does success really mean built on heart ache and pain
baphomet pledge work in mysterious ways
started that west coast east coast die in rage
now you could catch rappers in sheroes pink toes to match
hip-hop i overstand
you pillaged rape and left naked in devilish hands
my plans to save like the mask of zorro freedom at last
my physical form attack you devils on context
this is marshall law vs mortal combat
they collapse like deck chair when i storm their format
this one for the rappers who ain’t all that yo cuz

[bridge]
my 16 spray men
for falsely claiming they’re bading
through use of a saturn arrangements
do anything to be famous
i hate them

[hook x2]
(lost rappers like)
get that money
money over everything
free my boy thug
f-ck the feds that sentenced him (lost rappers like)
k!ll that n-gg-
post code for life
rep your block
gangster’s paradise

- blackk chronical

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