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letra de goonies, vol 2 - grind mode cypher

[intro: lingo]
uhuh
grind mode cypher
chris webby in the building

[verse 1: lingo]
i am one of a kind
you kind of one of them guys, who d-ck ride, write, talk sh-t, run, and then hide
when i catch up think back, that’s hindsight
tap the 57, see red, live a blind life
i shot you, in order rhymes proper
east coast, peace flow, big, just like poppa
my popularity skyrockets, i’m k!lling all these b-tches you calling it dime dropper
get persecuted, they’re saying your words are stupid
and that hip hop is causing the violence, it’s murder music
if that’s the case i’m smashing a b-st-rds face
walking a fine line of master ace and pass the mace
i’m way passed you cats who masquerade
get the mask and raid your house, then you passed away
and that’s the way i bury your past time
just pitcher make hits, america’s pass time

[verse 2: johnny conceptz]
it’s showtime, you need a whole army to hurt me
your asses will get shot from the words that i’m dispersing
they want me to hook it up like kareem, you’re not deserving
magic johnson with the torch, i only pass if you’re worthy
d-mn, that’s a h-ll of a scheme, an intelligent being, with devilish dreams, man it seems like i’m something you’ve never seen before
i’ll body you know then i’ll body what’s left of your d-mn spirit from a ouija board
like why should i take it easy for?
if that’s the case i’d quit rap and start relaxing at a beach resort
you misdirected like a street detour
and ima fix that ass up like plastic surgeons on a sleezy wh0re
please be warned, i swear you don’t want the drama
better get your run on, like a sentence without a comma
mumble rappers k!lling the art like some suicide bombers
if that’s what raps become ima body this whole genre
[verse 3: ohms]
this flow will make you yack, when you do, take a breather
while you’re hunched out, use your back, to kick it back, lifting my feet up
come on, follow the leader
alas, they follow me fast, if i were to hit the brakes, their face would slam against the dash now
tell that b-tch to stop yelling, ima shake her
if her brain is still bouncing around her skull i’m doing you a favor
it’s my nature, the havoc that i wreak
boy i’m smoother than both of my cheeks after using a gillete razor, yuh
and f-ck these haters, matter of fact, f-ck their feedback
all of my words are bullets and they’re aiming for those kneecaps
so, your weak ass, really needs to mind your beeswax
or catch three jabs at top, lying in pave wherever you sleep at, dig?
that me rap, no chance of showing mercy
they asked to see m.e. but my vision looking burry
son, i’m captain of this game, i be something that they idol
only way to strip this title is if you rip off my jersey, kid

[verse 4: tha red baron]
coming through and i be breaking down every single suspicion
that, tommy been out of his league for so long
he trash, but i’ve written now
never considered a rapper, just a hip hop technician
so, regardless of whether you like it or not, here’s my position
i got to be competition to those opposing the vision
my vocabulary be dropping with near perfect precision
divided them down the middle like dutchess, with my decision
i’m pursuing every passion of mine, while y’all just wishing
i had my favorite rappers mad at me that’s how it goes
because we got a bigger crowd response at all the shows
when i see them afterwards, they’re turning up their nose
you know what they say, all that glitters isn’t gold
lingo, baron, and webby, better grab a machete
the cyphers cloverfield hope you keep the camera steady
never be sleeping or we creeping in this b-tch like freddy
it’s grind mode till my feet up and my casket ready
[verse 5: chris webby]
i’m that young italiano

- grind mode cypher

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