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letra de irish kings - exis (mystic manner)

swagger on 94
plus triple 6 on my wrist
covered up when there’s girls on my lips
not when i’m twirlin the hits
or when i’m earning the crisp
still i got a teen in my trunk
nicotine in my blunt
want codeine in my cup
my boy sells the fiends to the drugs
like boyka a mean f-ckin thug
but i’m givin up green for a month
teen brains got the hump
tell the haters i’m sheen and their girls getting humped
i’m the best up cleaning the floor wit u chumps
and my next ups got the best cream from the crop
which ain’t green for the cops
but spinach to the eyes of the pop artists on my c-ck
got more than one jayne in my spot
my sh-t to you is orange soda to kel
and my swag flu helps me with the girls
irregular rhyme scheme
ice sheens charlie all around where the girls scream
and i kick the ball of the pitch
cos i’m ballin and sh-t
goin all in with this soon tourin wit glitz
cl-ts and glamour
some trouble with a stammer but then c-cks the hammer and-in the works of the f-ckin haters is a spanner
but i don’t own tools i’m not montana
guess i’m more of a quick tune planner lyric crammer or kramer like john saw..
an inspiring fl!ck to poor souls that are tired of this..
life is amiss
with a knife in the wrist
but their wifes gettin kissed
heard a sly little diss
so i’m flying the fists roll up line up for the kid
on my lines put a bid
cos i don’t chat lies when i spit
all eyes on my lips
quicktime i’m the skid
marks on the road when i p-ss through real quick in the whip no sh-t
and i drink cider i’m irish
the king nightlife is the wildest
and your girl is the tightest and i’m the brightest
ill see through ya like eyelids
night kids, there’s contacts on my iris
wait till the shop’s been site-ed
when i’m in the booth, brightness, when i’m a group, shyness
but at the days end, i’m still your highness
the highest and the flyest
when i come through quicktime time goes quick cos its time well spent
no one tune stint on fire i’m flint
i’m the king of the ring on my finger
which cinders, even rock couldn’t linger he falls timber..
hench with confidence
p on me that’s money well spent
generate interest i’m rent and ballin like bent
in you i make dents, cuttin through rap pin mannequins
like/light sabers, i’m vader and still make paper
iller than winter colds and swine flu
danger, and the tops in my range in a few years in my ranger
for now just cop my cd not like cops or pcs not illegally
i ain’t tryna be anything apart from what you see on tv
with a s on my chest cos i ain’t really on long contests
guna be the best, blowin up the game like adam, hundreds of cannons
any violation bang’em
see through their stations i scan em
so hot i tan’em

- exis mystic manner

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