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letra de crown tipper - donald mayhem

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donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”
[emcee(s): racetacula (aka race bannon) and donald mayhem (aka thaione davis)]
[producer(s): kenny keys]
[scratches: [?]]

[intro: racetacula (aka race bannon) and donald mayhem (aka thaione davis)]
racetacula (aka race bannon): we’re here
donald mayhem (aka thaione davis): the crown tipper

[hook: samples with scratches by [?]]
“get a tomb and you’re tuned into two of the greats” – sample from racetacula (aka race bannon) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”
“last of the b-boy kingdom you can’t desecrate” – sample from donald mayhem (aka thaione davis) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”
“heavy is the crown” – sample from racetacula (aka race bannon) – “[?]”
“donnie on this masquerade” – sample from donald mayhem (aka thaione davis) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”
“got ‘em sharpening their steel and their tools of the trade” – sample from donald mayhem (aka thaione davis) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”

[verse 1: donald mayhem (aka thaione davis)]
uh, yeah. this is
crook county. we’re like bounty hunters
cross state boundaries while we’re counting money
interstellar recognition, we glimmer like cosmos
the joy of repet-tion, i’m performing ‘til i’m a ghost
cats claiming they’re the goat, i say they’re on kid sh-t
looking at ‘em sideways, so my rim is tilted
or is it crooked? ‘cause heavy is the crown. it’s
the sound bwoy bureill from the k!ller sound. we’re from the
side of town where you got to pick a side. generals
generate generational genocide. i keep a
bag of purple ‘cause my crown is royal. i’m on her
like urkel, so i’ll call her laura. oh
lordy, cordially introducing
mayhem and tacular. man, we’re back from the future
to put the groove in your twelve-inch single and put
the needle to the vinyl and motivate the people
designated dignitary diplomatic in approach
over double the b-ss make you wanna dip low
the disco breaks on aluminum plates
get a tomb and you’re tuned into two of the greats
all these record cartoons like animation. we drive
by, you’re drawn in to the tunes the car’s playing
the windows start shaking, the mirrors vibrating. i’m
the crown tipper—don’t ever call me canadian

[hook: samples with scratches by [?]]
“get a tomb and you’re tuned into two of the greats” – sample from racetacula (aka race bannon) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”
“five-point demonstrates” – sample from donald mayhem (aka thaione davis) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper”

[verse 2: donald mayhem (aka thaione davis)]
yo
open-toed vandal—no sandals
buck shots from the roman candles. ha
the black telly boy headed for the flat belly
forever crunch time, grandmaster melle melle
feel like the culture keep “reminding me” like r. kelly
you can’t take no breaks ‘cause these n-gg-s fake
the crown’s sample with a five-point demonstrates
that i’m the type that you should never underestimate
too many strikes for you to possibly investigate
see, i done clashed with the t-tans and the head of states
and when i squeeze sh-t, i do it with no hesitate
authentic, never no gimmicks—n-gg-s can’t imitate
i see you cracking under pressure. we intimidate
easy to conquer when i slide ‘cause i dominate
the same face that you never thought would elevate
last of the b-boy kingdom you can’t desecrate
i circ-mnavigate continents and celebrate
seventeen steps away from peace, then i meditate
i’d rather crank it in your speakers, let it resonate
my energy, it cannot be contained—it only change
shape. donnie on this masquerade
got ‘em sharpening their steel and their tools of the trade
you know that race swings blades, put a c–n in a cage
call me the black alexander on my greatest crusade
tipper

[outro: samples with scratches by [?]]
“the crown tipper” – sample from donald mayhem (aka thaione davis) on donald mayhem ft. racetacula – “crown tipper” (x3)

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