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letra de democratics remix - etika

[intro]
you know who it is, it’s the iceman etika, all day
i’ma start off with datpiff
y’all don’t know about datpiff already, ha
you know what? i had to do it, it’s the remix
it’s just the remix
but, yeah, let me tell y’all exactly what’s it about
let’s go, datpiff!

[verse 1]
you know who it is, iceman in the building (iceman in the building)
better start investin’ in tecs or get your records for your children
who ain’t feelin ice? you think that i’m nice?
since you so blood with fire, toast you in a sea of ice
of pimp juice, i can bag a b-tch with a chip tooth
iceman came, still look good (and what?), and my d-ck too (okay)
i’m stupid with the hands and official with the pistol
go run and tell your man so he can get -ss chipped too
n-gg-s think they 50, they die like pac
i’ll shoot you 9 times and see if you get signed or not (bow)
i’m on a pop sea spot movingon the brownest pot
custom-made baby uzis hold about a thousand shots
who you know around your block that soundin’ hot?
only the strong survive? let’s see if you can survive a shot
i don’t care if you get wild or not, you’ll get live and pop
and wake up at 5 o’ clock with your mouth surrounded by 90 c-cks

[interlude]
what it is?
iceman etika, all day
that was just the beginning
y’all don’t even know about that
that’s datpiff right there
but you know what? i got more for y’all
wait ’til y’all see what i’ve got coming up next
y’all n-gg-s gon’ sh-t yourselves
see the last manner but i can’t

[verse 2]
i’m a black republican, meaning you can’t clap this
raps so tight, make hindus go baptist
i put the barrel to your mouth like chapstick
chick swallow my d-ck, she use napkins
she tight, man, she get practice
fat b-tch can’t move her -ss without tractors
i’m too lyrically advanced for you b-st-rds
feeling my g like fabric
p-ss it, d-ck to the chicks, silly rabbit
she use some tay -ss with extra f-ggots
i guess that’s the way of these common man rappers
it ain’t luck it’s magic
f-ck your harry potter, man, he’s just an actor
i put a bookmark in his next chapter
any haters out of luck will get slapped quick
me and your girl playing pony on the mattress
nut on her face with grace like an actress
i move a lot of weight like a camper (man, wait)
i’ll stomp your -ss out like a stamper
peel your block while singing the national anthem
you thought that i murder n-gg-s? you better ask ’em
if you bring the crunch with you, i’m a captain
i got more tools on my belt than the batman
leave you sittin’ wondering what the h-ll happened
i’m serious look your ways when you cross the street
b-tch, get out the way when i blow off steam
you a vegetarian brother, you don’t want no beef
i push n-gg-s out the way like a football team
n-gg-s tryna front now, but they cr-p is phony
i won’t kiss you girl, just c-ck back and blow me
say please, thinking i don’t got that ratchet on me
he brings cheese, i bring macaroni (get ’em!), go ahead and
shoot to the n-gg- lookin’ at you in front of me
call up my crew, i’m gonna be burning n-gg-s like rubber, g
if you want, you can come with me
stack a dude in the hummer jeep
make her blue like a b-mblebee
what did you want in front of me
and i’m anterior, i get some crazy brain, that’s delirious
y’all rappers is retro, that means inferior
they messin’ with the iceman? is they serious?
you better run out of here and get your superiors
my flow comes more nasty than a period
my burst takes out n-gg-s, just like an aerial
f-ck the mayhem, brother, i’m ’bout hysteria
i b-tch slap your -ss from new york to liberia
and when i speak that you know is vocal
that’s why i’ma cut yo cabbage patch -ss into coleslaw
iceman, b-tch, know who it is
it’s the remix

- etika

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