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letra de cut throat labyrinth - equivalence

verse 1:yeah yeah yeah yeah what, yo..this is murder death k!ll/for you little new rapper kids/i sense you nervous/and p-ssing in your pants a bit/but yall haven’t heard sh-t/cause this here is gangster spit/yall about to sh-t bricks/and experience more panicking/like a mob of justice/come to beat down and damage sh-t/dish a can of ass whips/and disband your establishment/dither and dabble mad quick/cause you dumbfound and talentless/like local rappers front big/like they already gone platinum/although you hardly sold jack/so save your embarrassment/hardy old chap/you gotta go back/to drawing boards and practicing/homeboy its not your own fault/you ain’t cut from the same cloth/don’t point fingers/or even tried to blame god/let alone your own moms/it boils down to your old pops/firing blanks out of his emaciated crotch/in return you lost the plot/got slept on/like hoes wearing pep thongs/

hook: you don’t know the math/get the digits from q digi/our rhyme metaphysics are to illy/ghetto/mecca all the way to philly/taking out rappers/whose methods are to silly.(x2)

verse 2:(viceroy) lollipop pop stars/corny as pop corn/pop goes the weasel/your diesel’s are not torn/get off your knees dog/give yourself lock jaw/emulating styles and coming off half raw/f-ck what you heard/vice is your doctor/so nice that he is half god/vice is your proctor/your motherf-cking ahkbar/sick as flu got ya/big as chubaka/my richters will rock ya/earthquakes off the scale/like equivalence starts off/rappers take the bait/they finish and jack off/straight out the bush/i brandish and attack claws/my band will attack yours/at a knife fight/uncanny brings hack saws/slicing your stature/look for a way out/examine contract laws/most rappers dont have b-lls/talk sh-t but lack cause/to all you rap fonys/i have to say pause/

hook: x2

verse 3: (konkrete) i ain’t gotta aim/how i let these punches get at you/dark and they’ll catch you/mid air like the aerial flu/even your mans couldn’t rescue you/once i get brutal brew/crushing you f-cking fruity loops/im an army/my arm blood carry my troops/that’s the attitude/rude boy in a bad mood/unlike sensei/ you step in my direction is a bad move/my lines carry bad tools/that will pin and pinch your left side/swift like/butcher ntsotsi/my flows be/giving these n-ggas a nose bleed/they knows me/and nna ke ntwana ya broti/like stagga done said it/ga ke jewe no stalk sweets/you less than a n-gga wa jozi/wa nkhenya/no fat plate/ke a go menya/wa khenya/no fair play/ke a rina/im konkrete boy/doesn’t mean ke stena/

hook: x2

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