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letra de mc showcase 2011 - dumbfoundead

[verse 1: dumbfoundead]
yo, i remember when cyphers were off the dome
it happened on street corners, not recorded at your home
it’s something i don’t condone, i hope that i’m not alone
i’m doing this for the trolls that are commenting down below
let’s pick it up from d-pryde
listen up, it’s “me” time
arizonas, hit coronas, buzzing like a beehive
don’t even need to be high to blow it up, i’m jihad
this is all free, no tickets out the kiosk (bee-yotch!)
a free speech inner city griot
ladies on the d-ck ’cause i’m rocking a magnum p.i
everybody, be honest. you thought i wouldn’t be on it?
i’m k!lling, now you’re feeling it and clapping like a sea otter
the legendary freestyler, i say my name three times
appear like the candyman and beat your little pinatas
they call me e. honda, i got a strong pimp hand
your girl, she’s a big fan and hanging off my kickstand
i’m obviously a product of wasted youth
and to the total opposite of everything safe to do
used to have an ankle bracelet that beeped when i left the room
not really a role-model, i’m here to corrupt the youth
middle fingers lifted proud, five-finger discounts
kick, spit, p-ss, fl!ck cigs where the pigs lounge
swigging a 5th of any liquor that is sh-t brown
drinking early like the locals at the hick-town
shout-out to dale firebird for the moonshine
flow so sick, people saying gesundheit
always got bars around me, feels like i’m doing time
you and i are like comparing boxing to muay thai

[hook: dumbfoundead]
fans lining up, trying to smoke me out, telling me they got a fat blunt rolled
if they see us in the venue, they might kick us out, but holler at me after the show, ho

[verse 2: dumbfoundead]
yo, half frankenstein, other half genghis khan
the type of style that most people can’t describe
young’uns coming up, telling me that i’m past my prime
i was better than most folks when my -ss was five
huh, yeah, you too weak for this
might as well quit and turn in your two-weeks notice
i make quotables, you barely meet quotas
k-town hold my city on each shoulder
local celebrity, international pimp
never get hotel room, just crash at her crib
no rent-a-car, she my private taxi and sh-t
does whatever i want her to, never ask for a tip
huh, drank toasted, smoking dank posted
hoes get spanked while we bumpin’ that frank ocean
west-coasting, dubs in the air
freestyles over here, free hugs over there

[hook: dumbfoundead]
fans lining up, trying to smoke me out, telling me they got a fat blunt rolled
if they see us in the venue, they might kick us out, but holler at me after the show, ho

- dumbfoundead

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