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letra de dinner time - hex one & 5th element

[intro: ruste juxx]

one two one two, uh
one two one two, check it
one two one two, show y’all n-ggas what i’m bout to do
ruste juxx in the buildin’
evacuate all women and children
it’s goin’ down n-gga
yo

[verse 1: ruste juxx]

juxx coming [?] with a spliff of sensi
plus an illmatic sixteen to rip a mc
sharper than i ever been
who rhyme better than the crown heights veteran
spittin that heroin?
so thorough and it only gets realer
f-ck a narcotic on the streets, i’m a death dealer
ruste reaper, squeezin a street sweeper
body any beat, top dollar elite feature
my bars is barbarian, medieval
the aura of a king on the throne, the kid’s regal
scr-p with that brrat, i shoot rapid violence
so when i spaz it’s too graphic
i’m too cl-ssic, my albums are timeless
your flow all f-cked up, punchlines is rhymeless
treat wack rappers like a wet food stamp
ruste juxx the vet, respect boot camp

[chorus: hex one] x2

these n-ggas want they sp-ce
they tell me get my fingers off they plates
while i’m gettin thinner they stuff they face
all you punks get laced
they don’t want the spitter to touch they papes
but i’m here for dinner so f-ck they sp-ce

[verse 2: halfcut]

yo punch clock and i’m back to work
my back hurts from trying to carry my team
and lift them from under this dirt
i’m not of this earth, i surf the rings around saturn
with rhyme patterns so precise that he’s splittin atoms
atomic, spittin up vomit, this sh-t demonic
catch a flow? they got a better chance of catchin a comet
these rappers actin like they the next christopher wallace
but ain’t ready to die, and they weapons ain’t even polished
i lived forever in the quantum of solace
just the way it is, the music biz
got me unsteady, ready to lose my lid, the fuse is lit
we waitin to blow, ’til we rakin in dough?
i’mma sn-tch your mic quick as satan takin your soul
aiyyo, we comin for the top spot
sh-t on beats and cop squats
but these rap critics still sayin this sh-t is not hot?
bars stay nasty and ugly as f-ck
ain’t n0body out there hungry as us
it’s time to eat y’all

[chorus] x2

[verse 3: hex one]
i be a typical cross between a scholar and a criminal boss
lyrical laws that we follow unlike biblical psalms
the violent ride that i deliver through bars
could cause physical harms
you’d probably die from the centripetal force
that sh-t is a loss, to put money on your pitiful corpse
or find it funny to shun me for my despicable thoughts
[?]
you scrubs is dummies with invisible h-rns
i ain’t just hungry for these minimal carbs
i want it all you f-ckin’ pr-ck
yo, these the fists of god you [?] with
you crumbs get lit, if you don’t [?] with oven mitts
so come equipped, you punks is gluttons for punishment
my bars must have you buggin like a drug ‘n you lovin it
my sign that you can take it from me
the brutal rapist on beats
the agent who awakened jason voorhees
all you imitation drakes have gone sweet
the masons wrote a revelation satan adaptation based upon me

- hex one 5th element

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