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letra de mustard chicken - jakprogresso

intro:

respect, respect, the f-ck, man, i’m a f-ckin’ adult, bluntvilles and french onion soup

verse:

yo, i’m in the house like btk as repair guy, dare i
stare at a cut up body and watch the blood air dry
write sh-t that creep you out and make hair rise
enter cyphers, like first man naked with spear and bear hide
burn your face like it’s, all cut, the ounces all plush
the house is all out, cloud the holes up
walk dusk, my pops said “you got b-lls, son”
i’m ghost, it’s clear i shot rubbing alcohol up
the pot auburn, we at the wok all burned
got salters, ops got the block all turned
silverspoon cops in the town lot, all burned
plug hustlers what the dialin’ cops that’s a shot caller
i may be weird with this big top, i’m no bozo
i’m a self-contained city encased in a orgone globe
blunt smoke the ozone
flip ice flavors, stone cold, bridge all broke
trip, like darryl with the soul glow (yeah)
meltin’ summertime, mescaline green snowcones (wow)
my spit bubble, like froath foam
pull up at shadows, mothership wide, smokin’ government spice
i’m michael langdon (who?), whole coven scared white…
– oh my god, dude, yo bro, um jak, i’m really into your sh-t shh, but don’t tell anybody
– yeah… yo, what are you talkin’ about?
– no, no, i love your stuff but just don’t publicly say that
eyes like charlie brown tired
dope lines wrap around blocks like they surrounded by ounce buyers
smoke clouds from loud sire, spit like my mouth wired
trade a fan 100 beats that have a pound wired
you won’t really get dark like i get, f-ckers
the pen diesel, when it flex it got bicep structure
human mind set design get ruptured
i’ll walk in dead at a morgue, fivets covered spittin’ pyrex b-tter
i’ll rep near upstate, base spittin’
throwin’ dope sh-t your way like, drive-by h pidgeon
i hype the air like cane kitchens (wait, what?)
life to me look distorted like when a game glitchin’
hash cabin, hot dabbin’
sitter sheets, school bombings
tossin’ pink elephants, in feeder creeks
outro:

i’ve lived 300 years, and i lone to die, but death is no longer possible, i am immortal, i present now my story, full of mystery and intrigue, rich in irony, and most satirical

- jakprogresso

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