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letra de ken masters - geez francisco

[verse 1: geez francisco]

still the same n-gga from grade school with the naps
only difference that i’m older, i find it harder to laugh
sicker since of humor spit tumors when i rap
i’m a puma strike and attack
on the loose, hide in the back
i mastered ether hawaiian shirts and a beater
and will i wear it open? depends if i need some cheetah
if it’s b-ttoned up, well just know i came with the heater
i don’t trust a d-mn soul, i would never leave it to beaver
a couple grams away from the face of your lord and savior
or will i burn in h-ll for my fornicational capers
never cheated b-tches but death is a different mistress
i’m bout 80 ounces deep, 4 percocets to the liver
living close to the edge cliched life of a n-gga
so happy with triggers these bazooka joe rappers
get closed caskets, nothing left from the chrome matic
i’m a cold b-st-rd, cryogenesis i got the flows mastered
and what i hold in my palm opened pandoras box
trained since a younging i had to master the cobra kai
eyes on golden eye, 007 to blow ya mind
when the blunt lit you consider him super saiyan
the mayhem i ensue on the microphone is amazing
like the scent of fresh p-ss after showers you stick your face in
face it no mere man could ever match my greatness
my dirty vans complimented by my weed as a fragrance
a f-cking stoner honestly i feel like that’s what’s best for me
never leaning n-gga don’t need no f-cking promethazine
and slipping? would never let these n-ggas get the best of me
eat a bowl of life while i contemplate on my destiny
and steak for dinner, the beef well done and it’s tender
jack daniels sauce on it with a side of the spinach
it was free of charge, my light bright b-tch giving her d and all
and dna she sucking and f-cking it ain’t a no q and a
and the p-ss? n-gga no questions i left it doa
spitting tnt with a trace of nwa

[verse 2: geez francisco]

i said i smoked about a half of the herb
in a broken -ss hoopdie it was parked on curb
a ghetto n-gga but his aura like he not from this earth
sh-t i ain’t innocent i witnessed n-ggas pack up a bird
i’m more intuitive, i’m tryna get in tuned with the earth
tongue on mother natures p-ss, i’m tryna bore me some fruit
reap the benefits, hopping in and out of the benz and sh-t
ducking sentences, but administered it with the penmanship n-gga
don’t confuse me with terrorist, talibans or apprentices
more or less i’m the nemesis
walter white with the chemist sh-t
only difference i’m in this sh-t for the hunnit percentages
nothing less than immaculate, smell the weed through the packages
rappers get hadoken blast disappear like magic tricks
bare hand on fire i told you i could master it

- geez francisco

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