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letra de where'z the skillz (jazz spastiks remix) - godfather don

[chorus]
deliver me from the industry, these n-ggas are wack
pullin’ your gats and still gettin’ smacked
like a b-tch switch up, change your pitch up, i think you did ya
on the real, where’s the motherf-ckin’ sk!lls?
deliver me from the industry, these n-ggas are wack
pullin’ your gats and still gettin’ smacked
like a b-tch switch up, change your pitch up, i think you did ya
on the real, where’s the motherf-ckin’ sk!lls?

[verse 1]
my cold blackness to practice these mad tactics
separate sinners backwards, black, react quick
rеlax, stiff, then chop ’em, sodom gomorrha horror
with mortar, c-ckin’ black matracts to pop ’em
ordеr two side acts to waxed up n-ggas
so puff figures are livin’ like alms or stuffed n-ggas
you tough n-ggas, wither away, my scripts’ll decay
like alizé and freixenet, these are main composites
blaze like [?], seize the aid or spray it like the [?] orca
the cold abort ya and fold your altar
rap beats with rap themes, tryna stack cheese, steady bitin’
you incitin’ battles when you don’t do no heavy writin’
you catch me knifin’ every night, yeah, my messy hyphens
in cyphers, the illest mix like the deadly gryphin
imagine me stabbin’ your dome with a single tome
bring your home alone like macaulay culkin, we always stalkin’
huntin’ for my daily bread, weave in saks
leavin’ necks bleedin’, cess at my rest, aggrievin’ [?]
like a speedin’ lex’, got you fiendin’, dreamin’ for schemin’ checks
out of l.a.x., the trailbaze techniques
of mic wizardry, mistically, savagery
the main course, you remain lost, come after me
[chorus]
deliver me from the industry, these n-ggas are wack
pullin’ your gats and still gettin’ smacked
like a b-tch switch up, change your pitch up, i think you did ya
on the real, where’s the motherf-ckin’ sk!lls?

[verse 2]
who got beef? creeps like stinkin’ simmard
innards, rotisserie style, i smile on beginners
when is the solstice below this
it’s where we drop in with heavy [?], darkness, mentally locked in
enemies cropped in three, so pease don’t test those
b-tchy tendencies when mc’s [?]
get your whole militia, the world out with me
possess the thought of you livin’ on earth sounds risky
drink whisky, [?] with my peop-als
see through the sickest ev-al, break you up like the pen-al
sequel never as murder
in the third like kevin bacon but heaven’s waitin’ so hear the verse
delivered like girth through earths, dime like soraya
plus higher the frequent flyers, the havaya desire
for lyers to burn in h-ll, smell very pleasin’
reasons are obvious, you copy like a f-ckin’ heathen
breathin’ flames of [?] shine on your lexus
lyrically reckless and all your hard stares don’t affect us

- godfather don

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