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letra de headlock - fvnk

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obviously pompous, either way i’m still a bomb threat
ignite every microphone, boy boomin like boston
not flossin, just flaunting this monstrous talking

whip phonics spit conscious, opponents no contest

we were just some kids out to cop the whole galaxy
chillin gettin dumb writing bumps was the fantasy
now we growin up i see the homies start abandoning
the plan to spit our way up to the top and kick it lavishly

i wonder what happened to all of the sh-t that you said you were on
i wonder what happened to all of the sh-t that you said that you’d do
i wonder what happened to all of the passion you said that you had for rappin
i’m happy i didn’t abandon the homies and all of the dreams like you

today, put the game in a headlock
organized crimes and a fence hop
don’t give a f-ck bout the red sox
i just jot thoughts off the top that are red hot

other rappers diggin to the bedrock
just don’t even see they dead stopped
and i’m just kickin it with the squad
crunching numbers like we chon

livin life day to day chillin
scribblin my thoughts into riddles
findin notebooks just to fill em
with cultivated spits meant to k!ll em

just what i’ve been feelin
it’s been that way for a while
and the boy so resilient
don’t matter what the trial

today, put the game in a headlock
organized crimes and a fence hop
don’t give a f-ck bout the red sox
i just jot thoughts off the top that are red hot

other rappers diggin to the bedrock
just don’t even notice they dead stopped
and i’m just chillin in my bed now
whippin up a banger made to make a homie’s head nod

bars like dilated, the way that they noddin
flows lethal doses put nails into coffins
the way that they want it whenever i got it
spit pluggin dope, just givin out shots of it

slaughtering h0m-nyms, coughing up toxins
like wine from a faucet, all the flows godly
i flaunt what i got, that’s a dome full of thoughts
that i scribble and jot tryna fill the squad pockets

rollin thru the streets on a deck and a pair of independent trucks
link up with the crew, roll a dutch, double puff
pass it round, hit the lab and get to cookin up
another bump, and i’m so f-ckin done

getting slept on, time to wake the f-ck up
competish getting squished like a bunch of little bugs
but i spit it so clean i never leave any blood
i just tear em all apart get the parts bagged up

like some morbid dexter morgan sh-t you know that
i’m just puttin you in the morgue, b-tch

today, put the game in a headlock
organized crimes and a fence hop
don’t give a f-ck bout the red sox
i just jot thoughts off the top that are red hot

other rappers diggin to the bedrock
just don’t even notice they dead stopped
and i’m just kickin it with the squad
crunchin these numbers like we chon, boy

you know it’s chron, when we on the mic
that’s f v n k, that’s the baptain
we back to k!ll this sh-t

- fvnk

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