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letra de gold mine - j.k. the reaper

[verse 1: j.k. the rapper]
everybody want that fire b-tch i got that cold
you gon boil in that sh-t keep talking bout that gold
end up the river without a paddle f-cking with them hoes
wonder why we laughing at yo -ss? cause you a f-cking joke
tom clancy flow, better duck when you under the scope
ain’t no hope, in fang we trust, the look up to us like i’m the pope
f-cking right, f-cking dope
fool talk sh-t but where he go?
i know he irrelevant but my s’s got love for hoes steppin’ in
take her back to the pink room, then bring her back to h-ll again
7 deadly sins rolling with 7 deadly men
oh know here we go again, see right through yo window tint
oh, now n-ggas wanna get tense? better tighten up with yo ho loose
this life ill & that’s so true, but at least you ain’t met death yet
have you face time with satan if you keep f-cking round with them death threats
yeah, i’m erick draven raising out that black haven
bring any rapper to this graveyard & watch me f-cking slay em n-gga

[hook]
if everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine
say they want my soul? can’t do it, i ain’t got one
if everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine
say they want my soul? can’t do it, i ain’t got one
this reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho
the devil’s keepers music, you gotta listen to it
this reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho
the devil’s keepers music, you gotta listen to it

[verse 2: j.k. the rapper]
i’m tired of sober b-tches talking bout taking molly
let me see you try to turn up in yo m-th-f-ckin’ casket
i’m tired of broke n-ggas talking bout illuminati
get a life & get off f-cking media take out you f-ggots
i’ve had it, f-ck it & i can’t take it no more
& i ain’t f-cking no wh0r- unless her p-ssy looks like heavens doors
& i won’t hesitate to smack a b-tch with my d-ck
b-tch it’s 1996, get with it or turn the channel quick m-th-f-cka

[verse 3: speakz]
came up out the tomb, my resurrection was perfection
while them p-ssy bubblegummers saw all red like they were benson
cool with me, my eulogy was written with eternity
calvin klein cologne baller, that was just the jew in me
ha, lodi dodi still dreaming of the audi
european auto body smashing like amare staude’
heard you go the thirst, well i went & got a he-rs-
big enough to body earth, i make a wave & watch em surf
now everybody shallow so i drown em in my current
but never that for me, ???? is too perfect
black magic women got me stiffer than a corpse
she dropped dead gorgeous i might f-ck her in my morgue
the gold mine

[verse 4: bones]
bones
sesh
fang, life

graveyard god
switch blade in my jaw
steadily creepin’ through the night
steadily reaching out the door
find me leaping out the car
fl!cking my blade, not giving a f-ck
come as you are or don’t come in at all
reaper, the beamer, i’m cutting em off
from my flow
i’mma go
i’mma take em back to the 1-9-9-4
young pimp named bones
skin white like ghost
flow crack like socks in the hood on the block

- j k the reaper

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