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letra de stack - ej3000

lounging in a different state, counting stacks
cl!ckity clacks, i spit knowledge, strictly facts
be what you wanna be
show me baby, hurt me baby
bein’ broke sure ain’t no joke
i can’t be broke
hey yo toones, pass the strap
ogs used to tell me you just rap
above standard, your total attention is demanded
i caught the understanding and the underhanded
wishing to have something to hold on
let’s twist one up, mami head gone
join the bandwagon, the more the merrier
the warm side crushed the barrier
let the lil’ go deep inside
ain’t no runnin or nowhere to hide
f-ck being like mike i wanna be like pop
with a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop
my dominion is my domain, to ever live out the name
it’s not a game, i came to take, f-ck fame
they reach inside of themselves, a vast empty sp-ce
hey, yo don’t be offended, when i slashin’ ya face
whisper sweet nothings through the distortion of an old mic
you can’t say sh-t but dance and look like a d-ck
we walked up to the spot, the keg’s our destination
and i’m livin’ in a nation of abomination
can’t n0body do it better than me
that’s how it’s gonna be
how are you tonight, sir
just be, who you are
that queens sh-t
then it’s easy to admit
got the power
i appreciate, every hour
this f-cked up situation
from confrontation, total annihilation
you closed your eyes
we must rise, maximize our size
you call me enemy, my blood’s red
it’s obsolete nineteen ninety five was dead
and i’m usin it for fun, run
and simply not come back home until i’m done
and we were talking about the state of black music today
to-day i made up my mind.. to get away
hatchet representin’ in the window of the black
i do six sets of sit-ups, a six-pack
i remain in the same frame of mind
break them off nine, kick them in they f-cking behind
the streets want the logic, wit the heat of a rocket
although we stack it we stay stuck in the bracket
by a vulgar ogre, holder of all the hall passes
to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses
i know that, you think that, it’s all the same
stick to the g-code, real with this game
i’ve been in one for a lil’ while
so do something don’t just suffer and smile
self, cash, limousines and other fabulous things
i’m heated, weeded, ready to do thangs
tryin to get on that was exciting for me
i done been places know i wasn’t supposed to be
that’s not all that i’m here to present you
when i pull out that thang you know what i’mma do
that don’t give a f-ck about puttin two in your liver
we going down to the river, take it to the river
i got nothing to gain and alot less to lose
b-tch i’m the boss, cause i do what i choose
full metal bulletproof jacket rages, i can’t wait for the revolution
doctors put him on some meds for his depression
break mics quicker than billy the kid pulled triggas
just for cuz i’m young and hold figgas
gettin’ so large they need to call him mr. blow
eeney meanie mynie moe, cause she’s a hoe
f-ck your whole cassette, two songs don’t make you tight
i saw you at the light looking bright
the love i got for the queens in my city
with a capital t down to the nitty-gritty
and you never seen it coming
i’m up early n tha morning
i got whatcha want
but you can’t

- ej3000

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