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letra de crooklyn (freestyle) - hec

understand what i’m saying when i spit it to your brain/
on my moms imma be the greatest rapper in the game/
from the east to the west to the north to the south/
hec is gonna be the only name that’s coming out they mouth/
from my first track i felt the joy of liberation/
now i’m tryna blow like nuclear proliferation/
and to be quite honest i fell in love with the hatred/
it’s another reason to be proud when i make it/
the same ones talking down play my songs h-lla loud/
but then turn the volume down when i start to come around/
i built my sh-t from the ground just to cultivate the sound/
and i got a dope style can’t n0body touch it now/
got that forest fire flow i’ll burn the whole woods/
pothole rap it bumps in the whole hood/
got metaphors you never met before/
k!lling my compet-tors rhymes in my repertoire/
make this a pathetic war/
that’s word don’t no one here got the sk!ll /
triple beam bars measure that on the scale/
spit a couple kilos control like a remote/
y’all roll the dice with your life like cee lo/
that’s a gamble i’m too hot to handle/
always put the fire on wax like a candle/
n-ggas say my three times and i pop up/
spit straight dope like the crack when it rock up/
always on a track like my name usain/
i ain’t k!lling sh-t? what the f-ck is you saying?/
you always out here talking hard like you bang/
but when i press a n-gga up they don’t do a d-mn thing/
it’s a shame it’s a shame man it really is shame /
all these clowns out here throwing dirt all on my name/
because everybody tough when they got they whole team/
when i catch a n-gga dolo i bet he gon scream/
talking outta pocket leave your jaw outta place/
so you better tame your mouth when you get up in my face/
so watch what you saying like subt-tles on the tv/
i’m next up little boy just believe me/
they all tryna hate but can’t deflate the great/
if you became my enemy you made a grave mistake/
i think i just guessed it y’all must have a death wish/
or you ain’t get the memo that i ain’t the one to mess with/
it’s whatever man i’ll make sure that you learn/
you turn on my track the aux cord gets burned/
and everybody laughing now finna be the joke soon/
and it makes it more funny that they got no clue/
they all so naive,the n-ggas that try me/
my rhymes ill as f-ck just like hiv/
there ain’t no contenders they nothing to remember/
flow gifted just like the 25th of december/

- hec

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