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letra de .v. - dd caine

[verse]
yuh! trapped in my mind, use my thoughts as a prison
crack every line, every lie is for business
black, but i shine anytime that my pen hits
a pad, scribbling facts, never relaxed ’cause i can’t it’s
calamity, a narcissist, ’cause it flatters my vanity
insanity, if i have to leave the booth then it’s amity
who can it be? if it ain’t d, bullet’s after your family
and d-mned if he don’t get the credit he deserves, unfairly
embarr-ssing, how many n-gg-s cannot compare to me
nor dare to be in size 12’s for the day and carry b’s
i’ll take out a n-gg-, deliver war when i carry beef
a palbearer, have to keep one with me for the carrying
cementary, catch me somewhere p-ssin’ on a tombstone
d-ck in your momma’s mouth, don’t care who’s home
“you stoned?” slightly, the light’s beaming too strong
pupils dialated and i’m floating in a new zone

[verse two]
i stay with that pump, you get smoked if you perp
speak the wrong words, you get left in the dirt
and if you ain’t buried, you spread cross the earth
bullet that hits you is half of your worth
dead in my eyes, you was swept by surprise
and got caught in a lie and thought i’d let you slide
and was subject to fye but you didn’t realize that this eagle would fly while i watch like a hawk
i’m bsi, so no reply when you talk
clip have you like dex, you gon’ drip from your walk
and where you fall out, you get sketched out in chalf
the cops tried to sketch me but they dead from the saw
and witnesses, none, they said f-ck what the saw
if there’s beef then i barbecue n-gg-s, no sauce
well, maybe some ketchup, sh-t, i gotta catch up
and muster up feelings and thoughts about homicide
never could really be scared bout my death
if you pull then shoot it, cause n-gg-, i wanna die (sh-t)
vinci splits bullets ‘tween dori and warrick, they both suicidal so really they want it
stretch em like rubbers, icu is borin, i see that you tourin but bullets is soaring and squish you like ants in the gr-ss in their glory
you sn-tchin the crumbs cause your bread had been stolen
and then send your savages out on patrollin, cause n-gg-s is hoein, my n-gg-s hole-in
put crates on your face like i grated some colby
b-tch! aye aye aye aye f-ck!

- dd caine

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