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letra de gunsmoke(vash the stampede rap) - diggz da prophecy

[verse 1: diggz da prophecy]
man, y’all know wassup, this ain’t a past, b-tch, i’m going up
spongebob with the knowledge, i’m absorbing what i’m soaking up
i’m going nuts, guess i’m diddy ’cause i’m known to bust
electrode soon, as i rolled in, i was blowing up
wow, and this is light ’cause y’all all mild
came a tie? then the color red when i draw wild
style, don’t get hype ’cause you all proud
got personals, two flagrants, and some techs, but they all foul
a calm cast when i’m in demand
a scuffle over white? then red dot like you in j-pan
and this is me, so you know, man
no matter what you dealing with the snub, i’mma go ham
let’s go, fam, i’m just a plant, but look, i’m different, i’m like oh man
i’m not a devil, just an angel with a soul d-mn
it’s kinda crazy, b-tches chase me on the low, d-mn
but don’t you play me, are you kidding? i’m a grown man
you digg me, the city is looking dry again
oh, it’s a date, so pick a month you want to die up in
i’m bear them arms, and then get grizzly if we fight again
’cause over here we built for all the smoke, you wanna try again?
[verse 2: gr3ys0n]
my ops stay sending shots, but i’m still here ’cause they always miss
mess around and make ’em match the drip like my crimson fit before they’re meet their fin
spin the block, hanukkah, dreidel dreidel, we still gonna win
big homie gotta cross to bear, so he use arms to repent for sins
they want static, let the sharks fly ’cause my fire works like it’s fourth of july
thank god i’m a pacifist ’cause i’d rather hurt you than let you die
motherf-ckers got a bounty on me ’cause they still see that crack in the sky
rock shade to cover my eyes, so no one sees the sadness in mine
with no weapons i stay armed, obliterate you if i blast with the beam
i slash like my little brother at anyone who mess with the scheme
me living a normal life, swear to god, that’s a wonderful dream
but on god, i gotta keep going, there’s mad people who got money on me
slash, my foes ain’t making no hits
they point the finger and cry like a b-tch, blaming me for the sins they commit
can’t fit the kicks copping counterfeits, wanna count the wins like we really was friends
then got the nerve to come and collect, knowing d-mn well, they ain’t out none in
pray to god y’all stop projecting before i grab the gat and start protecting
let the shots ring in a millisecond, have your face and body go and intercept it
send your body to astral plane ’cause you too stupid to even learn a lesson
got a bullet with your name on it if you don’t learn to even count your blessings

- diggz da prophecy

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