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letra de worlds apart - d-spillz

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[intro – ???]
yeah
argentina to kansas city
what a weak motherf-cker
hope not
hurricane

[verse 1 – d-spillz]
shot walks up in clear, cover every corner of their colony
even gonna happen in the country, swinging [?solofy?]
i rock up with their mothers, spit fully automatic sh-t
they fall up to the hollow tips of rolling, man i come break it

get this sh-t lit
the script is sick quick
can’t miss with this flip
and rip the rip rip

ready, f-ck their hands off and fl!ck a quick v
then send it to the end, lives will make it end it

the tensions overcome and when this really finna get ya and they rippin’ with the villa then i send it till ya dripping dry
they fit in the river, you’re ’bout to freakin’ gets it, try
it’s a competition, foreman, then i finna get ya, fly

flying in a helicopter
make it so you feel the chopper
hauling off the molten lava
scr-w-ng up my hands, n-gga
how you gonna send the toppers?
saucing up a level often
riding like the hammer poppers
soon i’ma leave, pah

[verse 2 – busmaster]
[?]

[verse 3 – hurricane]
ready for the chopper but i hope it’s to be chopping
i gotta arm some sh-t, they gotta get the vicar proper
my ukraine hopper, we got a queue, take us down
everyone can mumble, we’re coming to get you, frown

brown, here for me, cut up these motherf-ckers but not to turn em up into corpses
horses will be bucking
everybody clapping, the cult will be cut up
we will cut up motherf-ckers till they get to fall instructions

coming to get em then take em to the cross, bros
save on them, take it, you get no love
kansas city would be quittin’ without all those
but any woman that bearo could, you could pro love

they be taking out the bin and choppers spitting
how would you win in a country in the land?
in the free, in the home of the brave
we’ve been working back a stay in 360 days plus 5
motherf-ckers are stuck and i’m picking life in the streets
every day in the city the people die in this b-tch

hurricane, you wanna make it but i come and get it and i’m boutta get a game and take it, gonna have to get it from your god d-mn stuff
choppa clique in the chromosome with the hard-earned wealth
top em, then they will snivel once, step on the martyr

proper, get it, kansas city, where you never get health
and they gonna turn up and you better be top shelf

i’ma whoop a f-cker proper now
if anybody wanna get it, i’ma chop em down
turn your tits in to deficit, other choppers sound
kansas city, mo town, i’ma glock it down

[verse 4 – r-syke]
[?]

[verse 5 – emce damage]
it’s lyrical homicide, i’ma keep murdering motherf-ckers and i tool with the pen
if you wanna die then come and get it again
cause every time we chop, we’re chopping off ya limbs

if you wanna get it popping, we delete a whole squad
soon this’ll come and then people like “oh god”
we be keepin’ it wicked and i was [?vitavision?] the wicked and rippin’ this suppression and they call us on
but
our raps are radioactive
ready to blast
and ready to smash
anybody up in our path

gimme the mic
i’m gonna rip
any motherf-cker thinking this boutta see
but this piece of trash

and they ask us how we be ill
when n0body f-ck em we manifest
and these pills who can’t hang with hurricane
or if you can keep up with me still

revolves upon the rail, n-gga, i’m

[verse 6 – yung revival]
worlds apart and i’m losin’ own
these beasts, packin’ a choice with the big people

couple pies
pickin’ em up
the book is stuck
takin’ em off

f-ckin’ a cup
look at it go
’bout to get em with the soap

we’re the brains in the uk
we’ll be sippin’ lucozade
then f-ckin’ the pita bread
look at it, a piece of cake

couple with the fuss, boom
come, it’s the air, boom
f-ckin’ up a possible
put em on that good sh-t

don’t forget to deck em then pitiful
this porridge from the west coast, never alone

better step up percussions
cause b-tch, you got me confessin’
cause i will rush you with the chopper
get the f-ck in the bas-m-nt

boom, bah
pop a, pop a, pop a city but bend it
couple k!lled, did you though? ’bout to put them
put the ass to end, you see?

[verse 7 – bonez]
i’ma get a motherf-cker, any want it?
i know you thought suffice
cause i’ll cut your life

my mind’s a cypher
find if i f-fly tonight
the wicked inside
and with the whippin’, i rise

with the sides, a mental image
fight for another minute
mind getting mono-minute?
slide if you finna feel it

night when i sigh
when i lie, when i writhe
and i get em finished 5
when i get em wicked with a lie

glock, we should give it to a motherf-cker, time
gonna go and get the millimeter, die
when i put a chicken fry in the bin and l!ck it, i’m
getting better quicker, enemies are gonna die

when i put em under every swirl, far
under with the runter, hard
when i put em up, sorry
that they curl under the

phonics, but this mud
has put no thug
i’ll blast the side off

with the venom, they’re ever gonna feature
they fit but never run off well enough, i puff and i motherf-cking get it, oh d-mn it, i’m dippin’ it, better be givin’, come and i follow the giggle, the thing that they ride for (oh no!)

takin’ the k!ll at the dome
when they really won’t
wanna get it on
when we run, gonna get a gun and blow

spitting, make it flow
but i didn’t know
all around the globe
was so many choppers, i went “oh”

run, run, run right now
f-ck em all up, talk sh-t for fun
take a sh-t, oh mane, but the song get it done

never rest in this sh-t alone
i love it

[verse 8 – moneymaxxx]
[?]

[verse 9 – maniphest destne]
make em feel like “oh, i’m feeling martian”
and imagine every character’s a friend of mine
worse, every could be farther upon that
and i’ve been at ya, wreak havoc to the criminal

been a-sunning, reminding mental occasion
f-ckin’ amazing, money making, a lucrative on a fortune
innovative, creative, and i must have earned a medal
with apprehended dementia, i’m tripping on sh-t

i’m a war ship
skippin’ across the can, a body, anybody don’t f-ck, a enemy lies
i’m a fortress
quick in the dark, around, i’ma wallop anybody who think i’m stepping aside

in a whole ‘nother realm in of the galaxy, in calipers, the bodies are wonderful, yeah i’ma chew
but list to be happen, i’ma burn it like a barrow full of fully souped equivalent, i took a cake of brews

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