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letra de poppin off - canon

[intro]
what you say?
hey cuz, who done took my, a who done drunk my apple juice?
what you say?

[verse 1: canon]
i got my f to the r double e d o and and i’m not no slave anymore
i’m free like free throws free to throw up my freak show like some seen before
we called by the father, no phone evil
i can see him clear c3po
my hero place him so zero and redef like craig redevo
no slave, oh no i’m not no slave. i’m on my mister mister; we can finally free to behave
i see myself as cancer -mmhmm- cancer, cancer dead and gone like grandma, rest in peace like grandpa; i was on my mess like stewey’s pampers no more
amistad in slavery, i ain’t kunta can’t make me, take my shackles off, no m-ssa, you can’t chop me or f’llet me
this is crazy!
i am on it like some cornbread’s house and gravy, chicken save me
wait don’t save me
i’mma get fat off what i’m takin tay-tay
i don’t wanna be another brother running for the love of money and the women cause i’m free from it all (all)
now i’m running for the love of elohim. i can rep k to the i n g on the cross (cross)
what who what what somebody took my shot, he’s 23 with the ball
crossing over like kb numbah nah, who da ball lebron james please numbah nah!

[interlude]
suzy rock: okay
canon: hey suzy
suzy rock: w-ssup?
canon: hey, you know if you gonna be on this numbuh you gotta twist
suzy rock: dude, i can’t twist, i can’t rap that fast
canon: hey, not foolishness now. i think you got it
suzy rock: let me see what i can-leh me see what i can do

[verse 2: suzy rock]
i’m far from a gemini
but i was double minded like the belly of a mother with some twins ‘nside
so pirate patch eyeless, so blind, lift the pyrex off my eyelids
knew my only bad grace, good luck i’m not irish
christ is residing in the center of my iris
got my eyes wrist-wrist pinned to the cross, christ drawn option i can posing for the heisman. get a trophy, win it, i’m trainin’ ?????…………, even though they try an steal a walk like denim. nailed to the cross, given th-rns for a fifty he fulfilled what was written, written all he had blood drippin from his temples, yeah he the man, so tarzan the way he hung on the limb, spoke no words call it silence of the lamb. conquered death up in the grave signed my name wit his pen. what up canon yeah boy we in. not by our worth cause we ain’t worth spit, ain’t worth the dung on the bottom of the heel, ew wee boy at the bottom of the bill. grow ya’ll old man hark the herald. fruits of the spirit our american apparel was arrogant headed to h-ll, hail to the king, yeah h-llo well. fightin’ sin and our ??? like ali in his prime but his mom was blameless, like i need the least time to slur my language. undo his wrath, christ k!lled the anguish. coupe de ville no my curtains hanger was a dead man kurt cobaine is. watch me while he spread fresh cocaine. he’s blameless dont blame me thank him. i’m out

- canon

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