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letra de klepto - exile (dj)

[verse 1]
it’s your boy, so go home boy
back to your crib, unemployed
while i play like a little boy
and get paid, major, don’t dennoy
you’re loving, the way i make noise
playing with my mpc toys
back off of me, cause you think you’re hard you’re all soft to me
your beats, they sound a little off to me
i don’t nod my head, just look at you awkwardly
you should just rip the ears off of me
cause i don’t lie, i can take a sh-t openly
that’s whack, put it back
even angelo was better than that
i turn your snare into your face getting smacked like
(strat!)

[hook]
i’ma let you know what i’m about
you ain’t about sh-t
i’m about to take the mpc out of your f-cking house
i’ma let you know what i’m about
and you ain’t about sh-t
and i’m about to take the mpc out of your f-cking house

[verse 2]
and it’s all too silly, to me
they take it too sincerely
i’m jack tripping all, so don’t you get near me or
3’s a company dog
quit playing mr. philly, huh?
without a doubt, i turn it out, … all about
exile’s in the f-cking house… you will know what’s up
sh-t exile’s f-cking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling dresses up
so i can reveal what’s up, that’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
i’m extra tough, plus i’m extra nuts
i got 4 b-lls 2 d-cks and 3 sl-ts
one for the c-nt, one for the b-tt
one to juggle 3 b-lls, the one that’s left you could suck

[hook]
i’ma let you know what i’m about
apparently you ain’t about sh-t
to knock the microphone out of your f-cking mouth
i’ma let you know what i’m about
and you ain’t about sh-t
so i’m about
to knock the microphone out of your f-cking mouth

[verse 3]
get it out, it doesn’t belong there
in your face, i put my arms there
better yet, during a show, i create a bomb scare
i’m like, everybody get out, it’s gonna blow, get out of here
that’s the only way your sh-t’s gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks
it does though so
i guess you blow bro
you better go home listen to my demo in slow mo
mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting
i be boasting broads in the motherf-cking sushi that’s still alive in the ocean
haters talk sh-t but still rewind, like oh sh-t
exile’s whack but still he’s the dopest
beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist
heater’s hot like, “he’s smoking this mic tell cherry inhale and start choking b-tch”
but really i’m not joking this
me with a gift that ticks, open it

[hook]
i’ma let you know what i’m about and you ain’t about
sh-t, so i’m about, to take the turn tables out your f-cking house
i’ma let you know what i’m about and you ain’t about
sh-t, so i’m about, to take all your equipment out your f-cking house

- exile dj

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