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letra de pharaohs - cameron airborne

[intro: demetrius & airborne]
shoe gang
my dude airborne (what up homie)
y’all should’ve never put us together (haha)
we ’bout to k!ll some sh-t, let’s get it (yeah)

[verse i: cameron airborne]
so ahead of my time man i’m talking light years
took a step inside my time machine and it brought me right here
now i’m the type to pick up a mic and you might fear
cause i’m like a knife in a fight with a slice i’ll end your life here
b-tch i’ll go run up inside the church and kidnap the pastor
pull a gun from under my shirt when i burst i’ll spark it at ‘ya
uhh, then i’ll go and confess my sins
drink some holy water then chase it down with some gin
yeah, b-tch we are so far from equal
take a trip in my cerebral you’ll witness some pure evil
my flow so dope b-tch one dose of this sh-t is lethal
like the drug up on the spoon that you stickin’ up in the needle
look, i’ll leave your blood up on my shirt
after i put you in the dirt just so you can be down to earth
i am not human i’m something much more diverse
b-tch i cut my way out of my mother’s stomach at birth

[verse ii: julius]
i’m feeling p-ssy tipsy, let me finish this fifth of whiskey
i’m a hit anyone within hittin’ distance ali mixed with dempsey
i’m sick and i’m mental really
i got a lifetime subscription of issues, ’bout my issues like i’m tippin’ nipsey
i’m starving, got a appet-te for destruction
we the new dogg pound and i’m rapping like i’m kuruption
beware of my beast team, i carry a meat cleav-er
flow so scary the beat scream like
two pieces on my side no mistresses
i tear rappers up like christmas gifts
december 25th, brain sharper than a prison shiv
you don’t know the plural of business, here’s what the businesses (business is)
it’s docta j, give me a mic and i don’t play with it
i’m 365 with it 24 hours a day with it
j’s a boss don’t sh-t crack without j okay in it
i’m no joke like spelling joke without j-o-k in it

[verse iii: kenny]
yo, thinking out loud
a n-gga probably stink i probably reek of that loud
i get bud, b-u-d g-e-t, bud-get fitted in my b-u-d-g-e-t, budget
rather a n-gga flat broke or got dough i got smokes
see my cash low my gat low my hat low, uhh
kiss my -ss is getting old
look it, tell these b-tches to-kiss my tuckus
i’m on some goon sh-t like (d-e-b-o)
dressed in all black like that dc hero
a n-gga trying to ball like cp3 though
and drape myself in gold like c-3po
i don’t want much maybe a three freak trio, e-e can show them my freaky estilo
dive deep right off in her deep sea nemo
beat cheeks right after i skeet skeet g-o

[verse iv: demetrius]
the headless horseman, a resurrected corpse on horseback clapping a torch then
gift wrapping abortions, now sit back and imagine dracula kidnapping an orphan then raising him into me
but see let’s get back to the horsemans cause i’m the fourth one
the apocalypse now, knocking a smile off of your face, even rocky’ll bow
bow a (balboa) n-gga in the mouth
in my pocket’s the pow, c-ck it and blaow, godfather mafia style
hold up the sickest soliloquies slippery sl1ck with delivery slipping a syllable clip and i’m ripping my enemies
the clip is my memories, see i mentally rip a serial k!ller siri’ll k!ller
ask my phone how to murder her even siri a k!ller
yeah, while y’all party dancing in part mansions i’m charlie manson partly handsome hold your daughter for a hardy ransom
send you a part of your daughter if you though of being tardy when you brought the ransom i’m ill n-gga k!ll n-ggas your name on this bullet i’m autographing

[verse v: dice]
yo i creep in all black, creeping through the back woods
no urban community but i stay in black hoods
y’all n-ggas fake, acting like a rap suge
you should star him in his tomb cause you n-ggas act hood
i got a problem with you rappers rapping major weak
put you in a wheelchair just so you can take a seat
we taking over your block when my n-ggas rape a beat
getting off the freeway cause we finna take the streets
i’m known as still rolling and known as the omen you fear it
you caught the holy ghost with a blower, holy your spirit
blow a hole in your colon i’m the shogun, of lyrics
i’m on one, b-tch n-ggas don’t wanna hear it
i’m a psychopath k!ller like kxng crooked and em
i mean tookie and ’em, my team looking to win
you seem shook when i enter the vicinity n-gga
by myself i can put an end to the avengers

- cameron airborne

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