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letra de ruddie yards - jakprogresso

intro:

nah nah nah you better? call me too long, and lemme tell you somethin’ you know your business i know my business, you know what you are? you’re a butcher that can’t cut meat, so back off and stay outta my career, you ain’t got no hoots? better go in front of an audience, and do-and do things, and know what you are you’re boring! (career…)

verse:

yeah yo, check it out yo
i chop bricks like a san soo huggin’ a jug o’ stolen wine, ergot suit awry, smoke a zipper on a solar line
bipolarized, i’m godzilla buzzin’ on a j-panese motorbike, it’s grad picture poser fried
scratchin’ my scalp, dusted coke grains style ponchi at the punchline, fad with no date
hand dunk my own lane (right), i’m rza dusted on the triton, in the bas-m-nt with no shave
i done had been at this harvard sh-t since age 11-10, demented den
off the hook like a rack of ribs gettin’ prepped
dope geeks (wow), wannabe stone creeps takin’ classes, on how to spit like jakprogresso, in ’03
megalo me, egg-white grams, in op’z, domes be split like ant and opie
screamin’ bl–dy h-ll, amen, con-heads, fends gon’ fed i should’ve charged for my energy like coned
18 graham ronsman, severed legs in fishnets, kickin’ out my trunk, like rockets
surrounded by bodies (ahhh), fully centered, it’s me time, if a sky god talkin’ spicy (nah), it’s ’cause he high (why)
make a mockery of this crafted person i’mma bee line, it’s what you face like, aborigine combat with beehives
rest in peace to the wetlands, new york (peace), and the rappers with it, it’s a fact of fiction
when i saw security paddin’ kids sh-t (sh-t), i tossed my backup ’cause a dead cat was in it, i was trying to do performance art that’s not scripted (facts, loser…)

- jakprogresso

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