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letra de m.e.a.n. (making excellency a necessity) - downtown

[intro; the greatest]
let’s get it, let’s get ’em dt
let’s merk this one
2018, we got some new flame

[downtown verse]
it’s feelin’ nice to break the chains now, doesn’t it?
it’s feelin’ nice you’re being saved now, doesn’t it?
you’re asking me if i could save our government
i’m thanking god for today, i’ve come again
i’m putting rappers in the flame like cutlets
then feed ’em eagles in the game like carson wentz
it’s dt the god and they are the son of him
so be grazed by en-wonderment
and for all the mumble rappers, it’s my name y’all stutter with
i’m seeing how the muzzle fits
i’m like columbo when i come to, investigate where our genre went
they’re making sh-t up again
every song i tell the truth, i invade my consciousness
the p-ssage to your ear holes is frosted with the cereal that all you eat your meals full
that’s why i’m bringing real through
the way i’m bring real through..
it’s like i work at movie theaters
i shoot to k!ll ’em, i coupe deville ’em
blood flow iced cold, like i scoop vanilla
the way i’m bringing real through..
it’s like i’m on a fishing rod
i sizzle hot like kitchen pots
i bring that super b-ss like nik minaj
in evicted lots, i hit the pot, you’re getting got
i’m mike tyson, you’re getting dropped at the sound of a pigeon drop
you’re like a motorless pick up truck, thats’ engine stopped
and then the rock just kicked and dropped with missile drops
i fizzle pop, and get involved, you missed the spot
like you ordered domino’s and you missed the knock
so you don’t get fed a lot, (town)
it’s feeling nice to feel the rain now, doesn’t it?
you’re really moving to the b-ss now, doesn’t it?
you’re a suspect -ss man, you’re a s.a.m.,
and they are the son of him
i said i’m seeing where the drums will hit
i’m seeing where the gun will fit
i’ll hit ’em with the 1, 2, hit
and you’ll be dead like after one percent
different cloth you wasn’t cut from it
be careful who you’re running with
guarantee you they could fumble it
and then you’re getting none of it
you’ll be the bus that the shuttle missed
and then you’re crying in the pillow with the same ones that you cuddle with, (p-ssy)
and the way i’m feeling now is only “i could never stomach it”
i’m on a ride who’s coming with?
my soul is gold and coveted
you’re ducking when the thunder hits
you’re f-cking with the government

[the greatest verse]
burn you like furnaces
daze you like a percocet
motherf-cker, merk you, lyrically it’s a murder set
next on my further stretch, new propositions
y’all the type eating p-ssy, smell like dead fishes
what a disgrace, get out the way
little homie, calm down, smoke on some haze
patience, no hatin’, on my progress y’all basic
chasing slaughtering beats, f-ck n-gga, i’m craving
only the greatest, coquie ain’t playing
f-ck friends, like every minute they changing
lyrical -ss-ssin, blastin’, moving with fashion
kick up and keep it pushing like traffic
savage, what you baggin’? plastic?
i’m the f-ckin’ greatest, stop looking at my past sh-t
told me bring my game, i’m spazzin’, crashin’
check up on my tactics
who you f-ggots thinkin’ that you got the best stats, b-tch?
got you decapitated, i’m activated, best lines
take your b-tch, you mad, you castrated
whole new year coming like tax payments
sleazy b-tches off the backpages
it’s even sad, the real died, the rats made it
listen up, motherf-cker, this is for fact statements
bar flames, yeah, lil homie, we not satan
only fear god, only time the clocks’ taken (uh)

- downtown

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