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letra de trapazoid - dope d.o.d.

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[hook: jay reaper]
d.o.d. alive, and n-ggas wonder why
n-ggas wanna try, these n-ggas gettin’ fried
eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this sh-t
eye for an eye, rap til we die!

[verse 1: jay reaper]
f-ck yeah, we own this sh-t
the extrases and bonuses
n-ggas just can’t get ahold on this
well kiss my cojones b-tch
yeah, f-ck being broke and sh-t
h-lla cake, i want h-lla cake
heavy weight but i levitate
and takin’ n-ggas straight to the heavens gates
[?] i never wait, i don’t hesitate
k-pax and set of blings, i’m kevin sp-cey
and i’ve said it straight, like this
yo, we’re takin’ a p-ss, p-ss at your dog and your kids
p-ss at your b-tch and your biz
p-ss at all the sh-t that exists
yes, like that, and i like that
yeah, you don’t fight back
bust back and your life’s sn-tched
put it right back on the right tracks
y’all n-ggas hit, it’s loosin’ us
we need dopeness, shoot it up
we dem roaches, ruthless
but… y’all already knew what’s up
tell me, who can touch this?
who can bring that f-cking ruckus?
who can look the reaper in the eyes
and tell me not to f-ck sh-t… up
this is no beginners luck
n-ggas gettin’ stuck when i conduct like loaded lux

[hook: jay reaper]

[verse 2: skits vicious]
we ride or die, i wonder why they think i’m kiddin’
i don’t lie, this sh-t was written, so i’m nice
that’s everytime i grab a mic, uh
my spike shine i could puncture, poke your pine
rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend
i drew the borderline again, h-lla bad the devil laughs
p-ssing me a heineken, shadow cast my mellow half
ain’t no wining and dining, ain’t no 9 to 5in’
yellow tabs, h-lla -ss, hiphop got me grindin’
spit that rapid fire flow
then ride till the motherf-cking tires blow
life full of drama i gotta strike the globe
slice through your aura with the fatal blow
credits grow, minutes end, head expolde – finish him!
a heavy dose of d.o.d. will relapse, rehab plenty comb
what goes around, comes around
you don’t need to give me props
i’m known around the globe around
this ain’t no beginners luck
the firefighter fightin’ the fire with fire
desire of a tiger, eye for an eye -ssiah

[hook: jay reaper]

[interlude]
it’s the rotten, dope d.o.d. for life
rotten 24/7, the ambient, let’s get it

[verse 3: dopey rotten]
it’s eye for an eye til the day we die
so much dope it’s hard to come by
rise the price see the golden sunshine
f-ck the bars man, they can flatline
[?] and we’re out to get it
run with the homies, stay athletic
your style’s plastic, synthetic
your card declined, no credit, pathetic
up to the sky in the way we go
connect the system and overflow
used to be dope kid, way too grown
still we get stupid on the microphone
well known, we stay persistent
well gifted, end your existence
ain’t no resistance, missed it
gone in the distance, rotten did it
you ain’t ready for apocalypse
wrote it down but lost the script
the doomsday prepper who jumped the ship
no i live my life like this
we ride to die like terrorist
and lurk around your premises
send some clear messages
that you can’t never mess with us

[hook: jay reaper]

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