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letra de i'm a mc (for the check) - cheikh

[cheikh]
the back of my tooth say 10k
kunta kinte, you been slave
to them whips and to them chains
you used to when you n-ggas hang, n-gga
but we used to get hanged, so bang
i chief kief and bang bang wit my gang gang
gold on my fangs, on my neck: chain chains
i’m a fxcking slave, i’m a slave to the game
i’m a fxcking slave, i slave i don’t fxcking complain
it’s a shame
most mc’s should be a c-m stain
i’m fly but i’mma drive, i won’t fxcking come plane
penmanship float like hov is his name
gold t–th, gold soul, n-gga, gold is his game
i’mma take my first mill and put the whole in a frame
and that’s the smallest picture, on my soul, i’mma paint
every song is my whole soul in a frame
and that’s why all this n-gga do is smoke and inflame
ironically, iconically, torch rekindling prodigy
honestly, so blunt it’s more smoke than the train
i’m a-fxcking-shamed, i’m ashamed of the game
turn this bxtch to mortal kombat; liu kang in his name
cloaked in the flame
og like chase b
word to my houston rounds around change
i’m around names soon to be household
held in house ’cause my clout made your whole house fold
i ain’t human, i never sleep, i be out cold
so i don’t dream, i enter the matrix and scout code
i told you, i’m more than morpheus;
morphing into an oracle and an orpheus
look him up p-ssy
shxt, even if i was p-ssy you’d have to douche me
“i got big plans mr. officer, don’t push me”
offer a dumb rookie
a blunt full of slump cookies
shotgun, firing shotgun at young rookie op
operating off of -ssumptions, could have shook me
i’m crookedly straight up a fxcking crook, b
j’s on my feet
chains on my neck
i’m a mc, you a slave for the check
but shxt, i’m a fxckin slave, a slave for respect
and i feel disrespected by some slaves i detect

i’m a mc, you just aim for this teck
cuz bxtch i ball hard, even aim for the tech
yeah i’m still a slave, i’m a slave for respect boi
i came from the slums and them slums came correct
with this cane on my gums, i’m an able plane wreck
thoughts clutter every corner, my mind is a plain wreck
yeah i’m still a slave, i’m a slave for respect but
i came from them slums and them slums came correct
gold fangs both dripping bloodstains on the check
i’m a mc, he a slave to the check

i’m a mc
aim with the teck
aim with the-
i’m a mc i’m a mc
aim at his neck
aim at his neck
i’m a mc i’m a mc
i’mma aim with the teck
aim with the teck

i’m a mc, he a slave for the check
y’all n-ggas checking for some slaves for the check
you a slave to a n-gga that’s a slave to the check
i’m a fxckin slave to some slaves to respect!
try to earn my respect? pull out a. teck
ball hard, my n-gga, i aim for the teck
aim for the stars, land on your neck

- cheikh

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