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letra de the cella dwellas knew - blockhead

[intro: quelle chris]
right, right, right, right
yes, yes, yes, ok, ok, yes, yes, yes
right, right, right, right, right, right
right, right, right
yes, yes
ok, ok, ok, ok
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
right, right, right, right, right, right
right, right, right, right
ok, ok, yes, yes, yes

[hook: quelle chris]
so many rappers exist in the land of the lost
i never heard it, but i used to see the add in the source
we know the flavor lost it’s kick since dipping bread in the sauce

[verse 1: quelle chris]
we still spit like [?] rattle the jaws
i still spit, grabbing the d-ck in my drawers
big willie style, all in it
fit stylin’ with low spinach
all vintage
swolе bidness
we was elbow throwing in two triplе oh
and spreading love the bk way, like deuce bigelow
doot doots in the ad-libs but tears when i rap, n-ggas soul
close to the great beyond be all n-ggas know
twenty years we been on n-ggas throats
on n-ggas necks like baby mom’s initials
chokers, decks loaded
you either aces or jokers
the industry was funded by baseheads and smokers
who are you?
you must be new
let me show you the rope-a-dope b-tch
wear ’em down till they notice your second, third, fourth magnum opus
[hook: quelle chris]
too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
i never heard it, but i used to see the add in the source
we know the flavor lost it’s kick since dipping bread in the sauce
so many rappers exist in the land of the lost
too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
i never heard it, but i used to see the add in the source
you know the flavor lost it’s kick since dipping bread in the sauce
so many rappers exist in the land of the lost

[verse 2: quelle chris]
i’m so tired and simultaneously so wired
this new money and old tyrants to co-sign it
snow bunnies that say n-gga when n-ggas ain’t around
cause n-ggas laid it down and they quotin’ what n-ggas rhyming
my old timers my peers and now i’m an old timer to my peers
but cheers, we just getting better with years
i’m every up and coming cold rapper’s man in the mirror
i fly high like jim jones smoking [?] in the leer
talk to me about paying dues
you dudes wasn’t there
i done seen entire crews disappear into thin air
my pen’s rare like donkey, diddy, and k!ller instinct
we broke molds while most titty rolled and trend seeked
shin-deep, since beats banging out of the mp
we were put on dilla then silk, murda, and mp
cracking cigarillos and nickel bags with the stem seeds
everfresh juice with loose tipping fifths till they empty
[hook: quelle chris]
too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
i never heard it, but i used to see the add in the source
we know the flavor lost it’s kick since dipping bread in the sauce
too many rappers exist in the land of the lost

- blockhead

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