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letra de warning - j-spliff

[intro: kid vishis]
yeah, kid vishis, mic
(uh oh) you did, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: kid vishis]
pick ’em apart
vicious ’cause i spit from the heart
[?] the sh-t, and i was it from the start
no talk, listen as i present my ignorant art
vishis paint the picture so good, that you can see in the dark
no horn, no trumpet, still blues don’t come
like we’re pickin’ up your phone and dialin’ 911 (h-llo)
i send a shot and drop all your dues
when i’m poppin’, got more bullets than jordan got shoes
hit that boy, make him daze
keep swingin’ ’til the stage smell like [?]
ugly, grudge me never, get yo’ cheddar
put some money up, i tell ya i’m tearin’ up whoever
[?]
used to see him fire like a chain smoker
you mc’s rap like your brain’s broken
i know you were lame, just hopin’ the game opens up
wide enough to fit your bullsh-t, still ain’t tight enough

[verse 2: royce da 5’9”]
(yeah, yeah) blow 9’s, go so calm
mess with him like he’s so high [?]
[?]
i kick at your style, kickin’ my [?] flow
flow, i click the hammer you dead
if you a amateur cameraman, get your camera prepared
’cause i’m a animal, yeah
’cause the bullets i’m pullin’ is big and hollow
i call ’em [?]
me and vish, yes, me and spliff, yes
we dirtier than a little easy p-ss test
if you like your night, [?] you get your sh-t checked
[?] you look like my sh-t wet
i only f-ck with the radar, when i come to copenhagen
i just say we straight, my homie raved and [?]
the only one around here [?] and bathing [?]
hot rappers is what i eat, i gotta caging taste

[chorus: sample]
goddammit, warning
my fire will burn you
goddammit, warning
[?] caution
for real
y’all know me
place to be
walk with me
i’ll make you move
walk with me
i’ll make you move
i play i stay, i don’t goin’ for [?]

[verse 3: j-spliff]
catch me on yo block, middle finger’s up, walkin’ through
lookin’ at your crew like ya don’t know who you talking to
wack rap handle that
handicapped [?]
[?] your career ain’t something i find hard to do (uh uh)
i mean business and anybody can get it
the way we put it down ’round here – sky’s the limit
i’m ‘live

i’m playin’ with chickens, thinkin’ how i’m layin’ it different

y’all gotta admit it (yeah)

stop f-cking with it [?]
’til they stickin’ and moving, y’all stick to the movement
gotta a mean team machine kit [?]
j-spliff, substance, vishis, and royce
f-ck with it, we ain’t give ’em a choice (no)

[verse 4: niki beams]
the cream of the crowd
yup, believe it or not
these people is schemin’ and screaming, yo, is he gonna flop?
no, never ever, [?]
and i ain’t leavin’ the scene until i’m reachin’ the top
i’m so versatile, i verse your style

- j spliff

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