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letra de westside terror (produced by forenzik styles) - iiimperial

[intro]
(styles you crazy for this one)

[verse]
i got the k!ller instinct (yeah)
n-gga step to me and now n-gga extinct (gone!)
ever smelled a corpse rotten? yo the sh-t really stink
i’m bout to give glimpse you could be gone in a blink
you better sit and rethink the situation
who you want it from a jamaican, bahamian or a haitian with styles that’s so adjacent
three made men in a bas-m-nt but this ain’t donnie brasco
beat a rapper so bad i heard the n-gga doing gospel (hah-hah)
my ego is colossal, my shrink say that i’m self absorbed
sh-t you’d be too if you witnessed thе sh-t that i endured
still pullin the sharpеst sword up outta my spinal cord (yeah)
i’m good at heart but sometimes i like to defy the lord
i’m a boss all my n-ggas consigliere’s
if i win they get a w too like it’s february my methods of k!lling vary keep a 16 in the holster
remember that when you come for the down south la costra nostra

[verse]
(you see now)
i don’t write this music for n-ggas to abuse it (uh,uh)
i do it therapeutic you f-ckin with this music (what, h-ll yeah)
you f-ckin with the greatest i smash tables
powerbomb, suplex ya hoe in a duplex (boom)
who’s next
who’s this
sticky m-th-ph-cka with the funky ass flow (boom bap)
at ya neck at ya nose
with that rowdy rodey straight pi-pipin’ ya woman
devils advocate, born sinner
i deserve me a dinner
the wackest n-ggas on the pedestal
unearthin them n-ggas
i am shine
i am fine
i am (i am)
sharper than the needle tip
i don’t even rap like this no more, i’m bringin’ back that old sh-t (bring it back)
you cornb-lls double-dutch flowin over wack sh-t (sh-t)
me and my compadres order ramen
like we moving bricks (sh-t)
nitty to the gritty
from the city of the devils (aye)
rhymin’ like da vinci (yo)
with a flow like michelangelo (yo)
[verse]
we them dark depressed n-ggas that be with the shenanigans (uh-huh)
we all got problems and we don’t know how to handle them (nope)
one sl!ck comment and we all gonna have to handle it (sh-t)
f-ck a handout, f-ck i look like panhandling (never)
ai with the rock, i’mma teach you how to handle it (ballin’)
i’m a baller at heart, man it’s just in my genes (can’t help it)
from my father to my brother, i had to find a new regime (ch’yeah)
demons keeping me up all night, creeping through my dreams
sleep isn’t just sleep
yo that’s a lie (f-ckin lie)
i see through the bullsh-t with my 3rd eye (yeah)
on my 3rd life b-tch i already know i died, (r.i.p)
died a couple times i ain’t ready to go out
but it’s been
one h-ll of ride
psychedelics had me taking trips inside of my mind
now i’m having thoughts that i don’t believe are even mine (i don’t know)
it’s awfully cramped in here but i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine yeah

- iiimperial

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