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letra de the terminator (1984) / spider-man (2002) - index (inhansed & nick xl)

[intro: inhansed]
index, yeah
it’s that, it’s that index
it’s that, it’s that, it’s that index
it’s that, it’s that index
it’s that, it’s that, it’s that index
it’s that, it’s that

[verse 1: inhansed]
think you spit flame when you drop my name
every single coat of paint, you still sound the same
i could slice my vein with an iced out chain
and won’t feel pain, you wanna run that game?
i been bitter with fits, wanna throw fists, b-tch
get hit cause i feel like i wanna throw fisticuffs
little pr-ck kids, say they hit licks
won’t do sh-t when the mother f-ckers finally try to step to us
ayy, airpods to tide
everything gettin’ eaten, i don’t lie
wanna try screaming? you won’t survive
halloween night, got michael’s knife
doin’ this sh-t does not feel right
always suicide when i speak my mind
but when i k!ll this sh-t i always get to feelin’ it
no matter how real it get, i’m always tight
index with the heat, rip tracks when we meet
from days with dirty d to the weeks with expy
xl level up 8 bit to 16
when i spit a sixteen, i just spit on your dreams
what a perfect team from the flows to the schemes
got no hoes and it seems that we won’t, but the thing
mother f-ckers can’t see behind the scenes
cause we know f-ckin’ better not to think ‘fore we speak
f-ckers wanna brag, never get their bag
so we keep it hush-hush, stack ammo in the mag
so the p-ss-es run-run, but they all gettin’ tagged
t-800 on the beat, terminated, that’s that
try to tell me just what to do
and you get the f-ckin’ magazine dumped in the booth
the source says i might have an ego trip
get hyped, run fades, then pound on you
drew so nice, but inhansed too rude
had an att-tude since size 2 shoes
now i’m up to 16 in f-ckin’ steel toe boots
if you wanna f-ckin’ kick it, rethink that move
never done b-tchin’ and the thoughts too lewd
catch me playin’ switch and i smash on dudes
i room in the kitchen, never out of food
throw the ricin in a pot and i’ll smash that too

[verse 2: nick xl]
by my design, the night provides sustenance
i’m mortdecai with a mind to straight crumble sh-t
and i’ma be just fine, only dyin’s on my bucket list
and i’ma pull laki out of time, you can try and stomach it
and i’m known to ghost on a phony who tried noting me
if you think i got room to improve, you ain’t tried knowin’ me
and i’m known to toby a b-tch who gon’ try photo me
b-tch i’m still in focus, you tobin’s gon’ fall low as me
and i ain’t marko, but i know to let the thing go
anyone who steps up, gets steamrolled
stay high and when the cops drive, i swing low
hidin’ in the snow by a bush with a pink nose
all these p-ssy rappers drop a body on a trap beat
talk sh-t with their whack friends at the track meet
you b-tches are smokin’ as much as me like, last week
if you think i’m ridin’ the fence or takin’ a backseat
all these kids are waitin’ and prayin’ to be imperial
but day by day, they noticin’ they been waitin’ for miracles
and i’ma hit my quota, the mission i’m on is spiritual
to take out motherf-ckers that, oh, but they don’t hear me though
sometimes i wonder why i f-ckin’ try
that tough guy schtick doesn’t fly
it’s done better by other guys
i’m not one to fight a critic, i’m not gonna lie
unless he doesn’t like me, f-ck it, i’d
grab him by ankles with a f-ckin tie
hang him up in the bas-m-nt and make him hold his eyes
open while i’m show him loops of nckf99
if you think i f-ckin’ suck now, then give this a try
this type of sh-t make you ditch and then dine
if your review don’t say “this sh-t divine”
swing where you live and then sh-t on your ride
b-tch, it’s index, ain’t no similar guys

- index inhansed nick xl

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