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letra de idols - downtown

[introduction]

remember me? like father like son
light one, each one teach one
cause life could be a rerun
unless you get your feet pumped
hold a gun inside a protest that’s how i hold the peace (piece), uh..
boy they need us, boy they need us
so we gotta get our bodies up
if not we’re prolly f-cked
the dream that’s the obvious
the work is just a part of us
plant my seeds in the soil that’s a condom bust
our plan is taking over i don’t even think they’re onto us
and even if it’s jane they ain’t fonda us
this that rabid wolverine like chris benoit
anybody jealous of me hope i p-ssed them off
imma ship them off and chip them off
and get them dogs and swift them paws
and bit them jaws
i’ll grip them fours, i’ll line up all their ladies then i hit them raw
to the pit they’ll fall, cause the kids got b-lls, aye

[beat switch/introduction]

tell me what the f-ck is going on this world now?
i heard sounds from the blurred crowd
time to turn down like purps loud
run in your town, lay the four down
but never lay remorse down
i said i rose from the fire with a burnt crown
told these hoes to turn round
like you facing the wrong way
i turn fraudway to broadway, i do it all day
smack your girl’s -ss while she’s walking down the hallway
like i-95 it’s all straight
like a plus sign you wouldn’t wanna cross me
like it’s kris boy you wouldn’t wanna cross me
like it’s christ man you wouldn’t wanna cross me
i’m in here drinking coffee, and i’m rhyming on the boss beat
never see me sweat, cause i only do it off screen
until you lose your number one, you don’t know what loss means
i like my women extra thick, and my coffee black
your girl dropped to her knees when she saw me rap
if you’re sleeping on me, that’s a costly nap
i’m gonna give it to you, x taught me that
i got two fingers up, that’s what caused these snaps
i told you earlier i liked my coffee black?
hip hop’s semi pro like coffee black
i’ll be swimming in a pool of money like kurt cobain
there’s more to gain, remorse the flame
i’ll torch your name, you choose both sides like a quarter fling
the author’s thing, you saw the rage
i got a tight circle with a bulls-eye, there’s more to aim
i saw you the other day i’m like
don’t gas that’s phony, we’re p-ssed that tony
he said, yeah, facts we’re homies
said he couldn’t come out because he had bad torn knee
then i saw that he was out, on his snapchat story
you fakin’, no use makin’ these true statements
throw your girl with champagne then approach her like, who sprayed it?
i’ll make sure they’re toothachin’
make ’em catch two fades and
and make sure they’re tupaying
if you think you’re getting by me you’re in store for rude wakenings
my moods aiming, bazook flamimg, i’m bruce wayning
so chew pavement
i’m from the old school – phone lines with their boots hanging
i’m up in staten island so i’m wu-tanging, f-ck you saying?
i’m going harder then a dui, i’m hittin’ all these bars
you bitten off by these dogs, but i’m the author in charger
boy you talkin’ to god, you ain’t even in my world so i off ’em to mars

[outro]

- downtown

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