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letra de raising the bar #7 - illmac

[verse]
let’s get it out the way, i gotta say i’m fresh off a body i feel like drake
buying bottles for charlamagne
i change the rules of the game, that’s how you wanna play
don’t compete, find a niche, dominate
had a seed she through hoeing, girl you growing
came from dirt but branched out, her roots showing
i only needed a few moments, got you open
brain m-ssages and pinot noir the truth soak in
hate to drive it in the ground how i dig her out
sh-t i hit her crib and bounce, drive through, in and out
she figured how i only hit her when i’m in the town
cut from a different cloth, hit and get the linen towel
rinse and then i’m dipping out, biggest in the city now
buzzing off of liquor, buzzing off the sh-t i’m spitting out
f-ck it i’ma flip the style, duffle full of 50 thou’
flipping pounds, smuggled in the bucket that i’m whipping now
humble but i’ll prolly flip it, stubborn wit’ a c-cky image
music is the vehicle the trunk’ll fit a body in it
dog i give a f-ck about a critic
i’m ali when he fought with liston, shadowboxing ridd-ck when he lost to lennox
i’m married to the game i don’t got a mistress
so get the f-ck up out the ring if you not committed
if you lucky when i’m done you’ll get sloppy seconds
squad talking dead presidentials if we politicking
sh-t get violent i don’t get my dough
ain’t no smiling i don’t get it like an inside joke
on the outside looking in, i don’t d-ck-ride though
i do this all day, every verse six times fo’
the pen game got me out here flipping bricks like o’s, the cane on me
somethin’ how a pimp might stroll
f-ck it when i choke, b-tch i don’t
they tried to slit my throat until the swiss knife broke, whoa
price a zip, buy and flip, my entire clique, fire spit, on some ‘f-ck the world’ since y’all riding d-ck
life’s a b-tch, treat it like a l!ck
ready to die i’m walter white lighting cigs that are ricin dipped
my album charted it would crash the market
that sh-t crazy half r-t-rded, i’m scatterbrained and absent-hearted
stash a carc-ss in a magic carpet, clap a cartridge
them sticks with the drums banging like travis barker
living like i can’t die, this the last ride
the flow on stand by, yeah it’s that fly
grew up poor and never asked why, mad pride mixing peanut b-tter in the ramen call it pad thai
they done woke a sleeping giant and they can’t hide
if they sleeping on me then meet freddy it ain’t fab 5
waveriders get baptized then hand-dried
ya’ flash drive get flash-fried when it’s transcribed
i was, buying sh-t from my mans
but justice is blind wit’ a iron fist for a hand
da said 10 years i threw a wrench in his plans
said when pigs fly then put them lying pigs on the stand
yeah, locked up over weight, feel like muscle spasms
i don’t understand this, when geechi goes away
i just pray that’s more motivation that he coming back with
told him long as he home in time for summer madness

- illmac

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