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letra de machinegun rap feat. awon - bluntone

this is for the bandoleros up in the bandos
greening shots, that golden state
i’m steph curry with the handles
f-ck it
they gonna have to sue me for the samples
i’m charles barkley and m.j., the way i gamble
every verse is a statement, i never ramble
line up the heads of mc’s on my mantle
when i’m on the mic, keep it lit like a candle
like when i spark the lye wit’ a strain you can’t handle

listenin’ to oldies, i be digging for the loops
rakes, chops, and sh-t
bluntone who produce
blend it like a ninja, now her pimp got the juice
grooves got the girlies loose
pockets fat like bruce bruce
shoppin’ for new coose
panoramic (?)
wallies and chartreuse
sippin on a d’usse-d’usse
a b-tt like platinum
spittin’ acid over b-ss
the result, is eruption
this flow is outer sp-ce

this that sun ra n’ george clinton funk
afro-future, machine gun rap
and for them hoes karma sutra
the antidote, crush yo’ cantaloupe
the ant-thesis
when my freestyle soundin’ better than yo’ written sh-t
flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship
player’s club membership
born a straight nemesis
the goverment’s my third eye, got me on some other sh-t
i stay on the run, eatin’ underground n’ lovin’ it

who the f-ck is this?
tellin’ me that i ain’t the sh-t
they maybe need a decongestant
because my presence is the essence of everything refreshin’
better watch who you testin’
or a shot, is yo’ lesson
yo’ thots, they finessin’
wit’ a smile on her face
that b-tch backstabbin’, that’s why you caught a case
it’s 2000-somethin’ who still smoking mace?
why front, if you fake?
most yo’ big, homies jake-
n-ggas who, got weight, never talk it
flashy cats be the target
of narcotics and woos often
keep talkin’ that bullsh-t, and see coffins
pine, oak and cedar, the naps, you can’t see the-
prominence, hail to dominant
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me
or my conglamerance
this is politics
a chest aimed, don’t let em’-
get you g-ssed like methane
see how their tek ain’
bringing you that med pain

that sun ra n’ george clinton funk
afro-future, machine gun rap
and for them hoes karma sutra
the antidote, crush yo’ cantaloupe
the ant-thesis
when my freestyle soundin’ better than yo’ written sh-t
flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship
player’s club membership
born a straight nemesis
the goverment’s my third eye, got me on some other sh-t
i stay on the run, eatin’ underground n’ lovin’ it

- bluntone

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