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letra de conditioning - ghostface killah

[verse 1]
yo, you could throw me in a lineup rough beat
thick nine in my shines up
let it [?] rocks planet like soul teens
worth about 600,000 in the auction
i still jog in the hills of brazil
twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is anderson silva
he’s a prized fighter and me, i’m a prized writer
time their industry n-gg-s recognize fire
boric acid makes me rising
don’t stand under the tree ’cause my flow is lightness
some say i should be prosecuted death by lethal injection
electrocuted or malcolm xin’
[?] b-tch in the club distraction
and if that don’t work then it’s on to the next one
beef we can let me cook fried to perfection
got the bulldogs snug [?]

[verse 2]
ayo, my moms never knew that she was nursin’ a wolf
and i wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot
spittin’ tobacco out my mouth and claim over chicks
posting on her [?] waiting to squeeze
they on point like the nose of a marlin, spartacus brothers
pressing out pushes and public, n-gg-, you stolen away
nowhere to run, f-ggot, i’ll grab your ear
[?] stay fresh like i back again
goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats
my b-tch pedicured up with a sick throat
so cold, making you stutter
“i-i-i c-c-can’t believe ghost is still gutter!”
[?]

- ghostface killah

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