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letra de hurt locker - dj golden arms

everybody’s the same, until you start testing these lames
add pressure to the pipes, let’s see who maintains
curt the hurt hit the lockers when he was checking the frame
i thought he was hardcore but there was b-tch in his veins
i’ve seen the skinniest dude put out a big ninja’s flames
trying to punk him for his stature, cause his stats weren’t the same
had him leaning like a statue with his arms limp, what a horrible shame
talking all that ish, big for nothing, just bluffing the game
7 foot nothing, just huffing, like pigs caught in the rain
no mud, no struggle, clean as a whistle, like the burbs from which he came
you don’t want to tour these streets, you’d rather observe from a plane
go ahead and go private, your mode of transport ain’t to blame
it’s your mode of operandi, than brandy went straight to your brain
like posing in front of mirrors instead of lifting, expecting the gains
they don’t really work on their art, just pulling words from the air
body blows will make you lose breath, consciences gone to the rear
no reflection for introspection, that gut punch is a reality spell
no thanos, they tried to ban us, but your banner ain’t showing up to the well
organized funk, get trunked and dropped off with two cinder blocks attached to your pelle
little heads get exposed for overexuberance, now that’s not the only membrane on the swell

- dj golden arms

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