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letra de ss2 intro - j.r. writer

[intro: duke da god]
and our journey leads us
to this new found land my people
we done walked too far, and f-cked up our feet to get here
to let any of you c-cksuckers take anything away from us
see the game is thirty percent mental, thirty percent physical and sixty percent heart
and we was bred for this type of sh-t, you feel me?
yo writer, you was trained by the same n-ggas that trained al-qaeda
the time is now my n-gga
let’s go get ’em

[verse 1: j.r. writer]
i remember clear, it’s been several years
but to think how far i made it, i won’t shed a tear
i ain’t never scared you queers, you wilding
i’ve been styling since i came home in 2000
who doubting? tell him put his money up
must got guts like you need a tummy tuck
get the brother crutches, excuse me i’m a beast
they knew me on the street before they threw me on the beat
posted on 8th ave, like who i’m gon’ eat?
they all scooby snacks, and scooby want a treat
nowadays they battle but won’t do it for some weeks
that weak, i rocked them little foolio’s to sleep
capeesh? but i ain’t with the battling or babbling
rapping what you haven’t been, i’m facts you’ll be imagining
me? i dazzle ’em, that’s the way i rattle ’em
a teacher to a student, what i’m doing, p-ssing ’em
style on whoever, come out in the cloudiest weather
thunder got ’em pulling out the umbrellas
my first album was the first album i ever put together
still did a hundred thousand and better
cause i’m clever
meet at the spot if you finna cop, when you need yourself a rock semi and the pot (?)
you see a n-gga hot, give a n-gga props
how you gon’ meet me at the top when i’m in the drop
huh? go play in traffic you hating b-st-rd
i’m a great, all my writer’s block’s tapes were cl-ssic
fact is, how i ain’t the man when they saying “d-mn, caught a million out of baby gram”
fam who getting with me, its been a rizzy
you know that rush hour traffic, i’m getting busy
f-ck is a 360 deal when i’m getting matrix (?)
on my 20/20 vision see it’s 50/50
sh-t, my heart is a cold brick
technically i’ve been the hardest since ’06, b-tch
i’m moving, pardon my flows sick
still rep dip but i started my own sh-t
it’s the thund dunda, run with us or run from us
run fronter, tell n-ggas it’s done summer
dumb f-cker, this is easy, its a, b, c, until you get the d, e
i don’t give a f, listen i’m a g
she get h, i with j, then skid off in a v
see this is a slaughter, i run up to the boarder
treat ’em like bin laden, dump him in the water
you f-cking with a baller that’ll f-ck around and torture
had the beat taken more punches than mayorga
how i ain’t sick, styling like this
i’m like to welcome ya’ll back to powerfulness

[outro: duke da god]
see writer, by the time these n-ggas figure this sh-t out
it’ll all be over
when these n-ggas gonna learn, you can’t teach greatness
they say when the gr-ss is low you see all the snakes
i like to say: “when the gr-ss is low, you see all the fakes”
but thank god it’s a new day and we get another chance to shine
so with every ounce of flesh in our body
we gonna represent to the fullest
ss2, still standing 2
some of the realest sh-t i ever heard
yo writer, you have fully arrived my n-gga

- j r writer

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