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letra de intro (road to till the casket drops) - clipse

[intro: pusha t]
clipse and re-up gang records presents
the play cloths mixtape
the prelude to til the casket drops
third time’s a charm motherf-ckers
we done seen it all, we done done it all
we done been through it all
ain’t nothing but warriors here
yes!
turn my headphones up

[verse 1: pusha t]
they say the third time’s a charm, i say that’s too long
to go unrecognized when you’re a phenom
clearly you can see that i’m the best like i’m in neon
til the casket drops, the greatness is reborn
no excuses, no more [?]
got a newfound love for everything that’s jewish, i
duck the judas and i dodged old brutus
the backstabber out the way
motherf-cker’s let’s do this, it’s the
hood’s obama, shovelin’ mccain
out the project windows, the drama’s insane
the rap game’s upside down like david blaine
you fans is times square for following them lames
i gave you truth, revealed my proof
loosened the knots from your minds i was your m-sseuse
the message got twisted, i’m just young, black and gifted
the theme was c0ke, but the line’s was uplifting
on my road to the riches with the b-tches in the cars
it ain’t hard to tell we can’t all be nas
the truth really is we can’t all be stars
but i’ll be godd-mned if i settle for bronze – ever!

[interlude: pusha t]
haha! never!
never, motherf-ckers!
til the casket drops!
as if you don’t know!
all we give you is cl-ssics!

[verse 2: no malice & pusha t]
dear god forgive my iniquities
the triple beam weighed it down like it’s mister t
i play the keys, beethoven had the center piece
stayed with them bundles, a joy since they infancy
y’all in disbelief, the coach roofless
cruise by i smack ’em in the face like the stooges, as if
you can be like me, n-ggas is clueless
the insulated doors silence the acoustics
nothing beats a true flip i do it in the dark
i cut it just right like when i parallel park
my hands in the white like on the parallel bars
the c0ke that i push is as pure as a child’s heart (my god)
i still take part, i can’t even say formally
til the casket drop or cops corner me
oyster rollie watch, white diamonds adorning me
you better cry for yourself, ain’t no sense in you mournin’ me

[outro: pusha t]
no, ain’t no mourning us
if i die today or tomorrow i done it all
you tell me how you one of the best, huh?
you better cry for yourself !
president e-motherf-cking-lect!
this is how you start a campaign!
til the casket drops!
yeaugh!

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