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letra de iii musketeers - emir i$ik

[chorus: alp mursit]
out with zombasa the mufasa
paid 500 only for one nighter
on the m way, take no stops
man not stop we only do the pop
bring them we can cop see my bop
leave my lane, no man you can’t try me
after the show i’ll put you in my b
trust me g it ain’t your day, it’s my day, every day

[verse 1: alp mursit]
man’s can’t say nay, or he’ll pay
can’t stop the ops, not afraid of the cops
they on the payroll
you say you can roll but only my j
throw out your dreams, it ain’t it
that’s my point, you’ll get split
we can’t bend, we can’t fold, only multiply when we spit
the mic’s getting hotter, i’m getting higher
tension’s rising, chaos arriving, we’re thriving, i’m advising
get out, move and take your crew of sisters with you
she’ll find her way out of the blue
but the m effect won’t let her back to you
get her a passport and offshores, there she flew
not yours, only with you
that’s the mindset of “h” of türkbükü (“h” of türkbükü)
[verse 2: eslof]
getta know ya, cash fella
snappin on the grass, wooah h-lla
nature flows on cashmere photon, stab on fat goon
make a chap in london – rich boon
slow fall, dark tree
free-cash falling down down
pass the root on, brand new gene zone
careful where you step on
you might learn soon
rap jitters, crickets on the rickets
big ribs on fleet budget
phill peters on fresh f-ckin, they call me efenzi – seeds in sensi
your flow is poor, such a pity
value hidden, mysterious rich, huge burden
strapped on back yak-pack spittin
pinnin’, pet my alien
alias hidden
navigating thru the halls of truth
walls and gates loose
mental rupture
devil’s ruse on 5 stacks
packin’ skunky blues, nasty clues
for your frigid mind to let loose
of the motives
dark ways, hidden practice
crimson chalice
bat sucking, worm leeching, give me rabid vermin
don’t let them catch you lackin’
beats morbid straight from necronomicon
chanting blasphemy on the microphone
ain’t no b-tch hittin’ on, basic fornication
long story short effective temptation, futile repetition
ain’t no b-tch hittin’ on, basic fornication
long story short effective temptation, futile repetition
[verse 3: emir i$ik]
slav thing and she love my sauce
man’s the big boss, not hugo
5,4,3,2 sh-t, i’m the 1 though
baby, bend your back and then dig it
all about my green and spinach
we run straight to money – no kiddin’
sprinkle fairy dust, b-tches come bill it
they don’t know that it’s cozy season
where we flex for no reason
violate me, wake up from a blackout
racks out, counting money, no sinning
just hk’s, dey call it k!llings, k!llings k!llings
gangdem getting honor, they drilling (they drilling)

[verse 4: emir i$ik]
drop it, drop it drop it low on the floor, on the floor
shorty said give me more give me more
acting touchy, acting like a hoe, wanting more
i was little like tjay poppin’ smoke till’ she misspoke
got bored tried small talk and it worked out
now we counting racks, yeah it paid out
mandem in the block riding choppers with bailouts
running the opp no treason, boy scouts in the rainy season, season, season

[chorus: alp mursit]
out with zombasa the mufasa
paid 500 only for one nighter
on the m way, take no stops
man not stop we only do the pop
bringing we can cop see my bop
leave my lane, no man you can’t try me
after the show i’ll put you in my b
trust me g it ain’t your day, its my day, everyday

- emir iik

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