letra de jubilee - daniel son (mc)
[sample]
about what they’re all doing
what i taught them
could be used wrong
for evil
to hurt men
so then
i would like to make sure
that this hasn’t been the case
you’ll do that for me?
[talking – daniel son]
yo who that man?
you already know
brown bag money
daniel son!
[sample]
the teacher…
[verse 1 – daniel son]
i’m tryin to make a k!lling in this rap game
sn-tch your chain
then i ride off in the fast lane
i get drunk
my people telling the kid chill
next thing you know
i throw a bottle through your windshield
i get high then i fly over state lines
break the law and your jaw at the same time
i got the mind of a chess player
so i can f-ckin read your mind, professor xavier
i’m in the danger room
and i’ve been training with jubilee
standing still
moving faster than you can see
techniques
that’s what son bring ya
the gunslinger
i could sn-tch your soul with just one finger
no prints for the crime labs
and no cases, got the sh-ll catch
bought it in chiraq
cross the border, sweatin
i’m in the old intrepid
and if they take me down
i live by the code of ethics
(yo, where my lawyer at?)
[sample]
i taught you, three years
it’s up to you
and my poison clan techniques
let’s appear there secluded
so we can talk about the clan
the point is
i have two in this place
is that a fact?
what are their names?
where are they?
their names… now
when they land…
[verse 2 – daniel son]
i’m always on the dolo
so if you tryin to catch me
i be the white boy in the polo
tommy or the ‘canes fit
89 remix
chillin with a beer, a blunt
and a bruce lee flick
motherf-ck a fed
stress over cases
judge tryin to tell me that i can’t go on vacation
lawyer tryin to tell me stay patient, we gon’ beat it
i know he tryin to get paid, man i know the trade
(how much?)
bet my enemies will get hit, know how to aim
i represent the full intent to bring the pain
blood stains wash in the rain, sharpen my blade
do my push-ups for when they lock me in the cage
my homies h-t the club
but i don’t got no cheddar (why?)
because i spent my bread on a 30 shot beretta
yo he don’t got the money? you better answer better
before i beat your -ss down like def jam vendetta
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