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letra de hadouken - jakob x jack the spitter

[verse 1: jack the spitter]
(i do it)
b-tch i ain’t new to this, but i ain’t familiar with
the b-tches and the label sh-t, you try to label this?
spitter acquit the rap game i make sense
no money, hungry still, nothing pills can’t fix
i’m crazy as sh-t, just check the number on my wrist
i think i’m at like 13, another check
f-ck the plumbers, i’m the real bummer, flushing out sh-t
i cleanse clans of their wackness with a mic whip
i never meant to come off as braggadocios
i got low self worth spit stink, halitoses-ridden sink
throwing up every night, too much drink
too much weed, too much things, keeping jack away from dreams
from the bathroom floor it’s like i see it all
the tile tat on my face show how i’m feeling ugh
i never rapped for the pay, keep it all
out my face, need a new tape, living for rates
and the chains, it’s degrading
and yeah i’m looking to invest, i ain’t complaining i’m only saying
that the complacency of every wannabe on every station
giving kids, like me, the drive, is now a d-mn myth
wanna spit wanna make money quick
want to make mama proud with a hit, but it’s not so simple
can i live?
get your stuff in a box, i’m fired from the real world
okay when fires’ in my vox
i’m stupid as sh-t, but keep the game on lock
i’m trying not to spit, for now jackson just want to talk
i want to disregard whether i’m made or i’m not
and excel to the point the drop feel longer than the top
i want to know i’ve made it, want to hear the applause
want to feel what real fame is, yes lord
want my spirit to be bigger than the stacks or the frauds
because in the end, the money ima burn before i’m gone
and i don’t rap

(i do it)

[verse 2: jakob]
i’m so used to watching
girls dancing for the h-ll of it
in need a fine girl
maybe even a chobit
biting down quicker
soul eater swallowing whole
pieces of sushi for later
leave her knees weaker than sneakers
now hold up give me a sec
having hot s-x to beck
spending time with her
longer than i spend my checks
smoking my cigarettes
and if you couldn’t tell
i’m fast and high tech i’m
ghost in the sh-ll
i hope you’ve enjoyed
the sick rhymes i deploy
gotta catch a plane i’ll
see ya later sp-ce cowboy
spit rhymes thicker than blood
plus the tension is crud
get b-tches for just
being above
and while i might of been dazed
by a similar phrase
the tension i’ve raised
am i lost or is my spirit away
and there’s a lot of fruits in my basket
hatchet lyrics just shut up and
p-ss it, a cig
that i match with
and while i’m darker than black
i could chow down
smoking down sacks
with ramen 1 and a half
i’m all that
and while i’m stuck in the past
had to get it off my chest
puttin magic in rhymes
full metal alchemist
ride her like the seas
going sailor as the moon
got a girl i even f-ck with
firestart a takune
about girls in uniform
i know they take it far
floatin through the sky
i need a lucky star

- jakob x jack the spitter

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