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letra de flight - fushun ft clash

[intro]

[hook: k.scott (of fushun)]

flight the night and this is how we turn up
light the mic and this is how we burn up 4x

[verse 1: k.scott (of fushun)]

“bust!”
check the vibe that’s word to the tribe straight up on the low end
me theory is exposing those toke holding toe to now end
the year is one three can’t stop me im too wise
grown into the old soul yo and we despise
all these people who thinking that its cool to be un equal
lend me a sequel to these peeps who be deceitful
that’s wool fico matter my sh-ts gon hit
quick to try to overly kick flip the strip then flip the script
i break chains like word jargon
testifying to ruin the booth in overtime
committing a crime of k!lling these rookies mr.jackson
raping tapes since the wake of my attraction
see i be mackin but this ain’t no return of
wicked when you spitting the gifted it will flood
what you telling me that you jealous
you telling me that you didn’t see this developing
how so embarr-ssing

[hook: k.scott (of fushun)]

flight the night and this is how we turn up
light the mic and this is how we burn up 4x

[verse 2: d.scott (of fushun)]

hol’ up hol’ up
one six bars three verse course meals
the plate that we present to dinner table contains veal
that’s raw beef my mini microphone’s too hot for the realist villanger
k!lling and slowly venom is creeping inside i feel the urge
of spitting whatever my brain is goin through
and if you feel what im kicking you might as well say you drooling too
check check my flows on guess the hoes is good
turn my old flows into new water like jesus could
breaking the backboard my backbone is tough as nails
all h-ll is breaking loose again because i reign again
because i slammed again still with and iron fist
iron man sk!lls i k!ll lines like a snort and sniff
boy take a whiff nah you don’t want a hit of this
you don’t want no part of this we on don’t you flip a switch
the sk!ll switch has been of this entire time
you don’t wunna rhyme against the kids because ill change my mind

[hook: k.scott (of fushun)]

flight the night and this is how we turn up
light the mic and this is how we burn up 4x

[verse 3: clash]

catch me tho
track clash fushun p-ss me the baton
and whatch a young n-gga giddy up like gump
or pee wee herm in the chi’s hoodest slum
digging in his pocket for some gum dropping funds
unaware of the hungry corner hustler with a gun
this one heaven an anchor leg
more than cold my n-gga this anchorage
pay attention ill really pick up after the drop nears end
faucet flow is it sinking in
well if not my n-gga then think again
what it takes to win plot the push pitch the flow push the pen
to every n-gga that’s in it ain’t the end
just reflecting on peers fell victim to the system
sick and twisted they view us all as statistics
just another number in another column
ma they tried to k!ll your boy but they couldn’t stall em im all in

- fushun ft clash

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