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letra de the grille - freedom writers

[verse 1: theo3]
now let me welcome y’all to f-dub, where you could get effed up
boxed in, fresh cut, outfitted, dressed up
five fingers of death, five kings in the flesh
five itching to step, five injured and left
counted down how fitting, press up and i’ll split ‘em
pound-for-pound try spit it, chest up and eyes rigid
doesn’t matter if you gwan like a sergeant
rappers i make ya’ record disappear like a pardon
done

[verse 2: tona]
they say revenge is a dish served cold, n-gga i’m chef tona
motherf-ckers missed out son, i got leftovers
n-ggas ain’t just sleep they even slept over
promoters front on the dough and you get slumped over
send the cash soldier
even on easter i’ma come and collect, so what i lent, you should pass over
i built myself up, i’m always on that [?] sh-t
you’re out to ride the next man wave? y’all some groupies sh-t
one of the most quotable notable in the vocal booth
give you the whole overview, coaching you what i’m supposed to do
i’m feeling underrated and under-appreciated
but still i’m still looking over the city that i created
them n-ggas up out the ghetto, i’m glad that them n-ggas made it
i’m getting jaded and faded kid come and happy belated motherf-cker
[verse 3: adam bomb]
street student, need schooling you know where to look
but we ain’t on the same page ‘cause i’m a whole ‘nother book
spit flames watch ‘em roll in the soot
step in range of my shadow and the ground’ll burn a hole in ya’ foot
took losses, booked crooks in coffins for the fam and
toss ‘em on the sand in a land covered with crosses
it’s adam understand who the boss is
i walk in the jam and shake hands like a man running for office
grab a hundred grand in the process, rubber band it at sproxx’s
with theo, tona, frankie and progress, motherf-cker

[verse 4: frankie payne]
yo, i slap a random mc in the face, and let him know i’m here
used to eat mc’s for the paper but now i volunteer
action is the k!ller of doubts, we make ‘em disappear
persevere, swallow that fear, i make it crystal clear
came to interfere, like a european pioneer
cauliflower ears, they keep tryna hold down the engineer
atmosphere so weak, it’s hard not to domineer
still death is common here, it’s been a lot of shots this year
curse of the profiteer, poverty is more severe
the results point to fear, revolution’s almost here
motherf-cker

[verse 5: progress]
steadily i bring you those, red pill-ian he-rs-s for reptilians
from an isolated mind on a lost island with gilligan
i’m, new militance, to the two millionth power with true diligence
just who the f-ck you dealing with now
25:17 in the book ezekiel
quoted by sam jackson with desert eagles to speak through
or ving rhames holding a shottie getting medieval on the phone with some pipe-hitting n-ggas coming to greet you
blat, sh-t is equal to that, maybe the sequel
i am born knowledge, you’re crack baby in vitro
divine spirit out on the track radio people who tell me to tap dance and put blackface in your speakers
or bounce b-lls and shoot buckets in front of bleachers
or turn you from a dark-skinned african to a bleacher motherf-cker
[outro: -sample-]
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