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letra de 9th ward nightmare - jamal malachi

[intro]

ooh, ooh
i serve the bass, i serve the bass!
i said, i serve the bass, i serve the bass…
i said, i serve the bass, i serve the bass!

[verse 1]

j.real hip hop – dopest one in the clique/
if you can’t holla 9th ward, you could suck my d-ck!/
headlines read 300 black bodies in total/
so i’m repped out, spittin’ ‘til my hood immortal/
while your president send us through a h-ll bound portal/
i’mma keep street sweeping; when i speak, heat spark out/
3rd illest city in the world when it’s dark out/
catch you slippin’ right in-front winn-dixie when you walk out/
i sеrve bass, blowin’ on detonation/
i servе bass, while you on vacation/
while my kids can’t eat, while my meds ain’t taken (uh)/
i serve bass on your administration/
when them kids f-cked up, out of school for the summer now/
federales sent into the clubhouse to shut it down/
gentrifiers move into the spots that they gut us out/
coming in, making all the money just to cut us out/
buss it down! f-ck with the kid, i’m ‘bout whatever/
here to hitchu with the real thru the whole trump era/
recognize i’m focus, i got the people on my back/
and i got them livestream on my phone in case them po’ po’ ratatat (uh)
jckie got that bass! cut+sew we be the sh-t/
and i f-ck with that cloud bounce cause i be lifted when i spit/
boxed in that chocolate city, don’t know whatchu’ gon’ get! (uh)/
so i’m k!lled 2nd lining in an instagram clip/
i serve bass! like a natural disaster (uh)/
i serve bass! revolution on camera/
since the poor eat cake, since the rich spill batter (uh)/
i’mma serve bass slinging #whitelivesmatter/
anti-black? wake up with a d-ck in your mouth/
a bunch of real n-ggas kicking in your senators house/
that’s a nice tax break; i want a bigger amount!/
i’m trying to liberate the people ‘fore the internet’s out/
[hook]

f-ck the cops, imitators & the government/
cause i’m a 9th ward nightmare, you can see me right here/
stand like a man for a couple hundred light years/
eyes bl–dy red, til the heavens see me dead/
f-ck the cops, imitators & the government/
cause i’m a 9th ward nightmare, you can see me right here/
downtown to the kenner city, i’mma strike fear/
eyes on glow, see the power in me soul/

[verse 2]

if they don’t know, i’mma let ‘em know how it f-cking go/
horror stories going on outside of your screen door/
homie lost his life from a fentynol overdose/
better watch your step, n-ggas live they life on overload!/
no real love for the spots tourists don’t go/
they checking on none of them junkies in-front the corner store/
shout out joey gunz, shout out tigga, shout out ching & blaze/
i’m beside myself, i got that flamethrower aimed/
i ain’t never sell dope! i don’t rep no gang/
i still f-cked your spouse and stole your lane/
all that flossin and stunting, you can’t help your people/
i’mma bring it to your face and make you stew in my ether/
i’mma 5’10, gold-skinned, hard-bodied demon/
and i should my t–th so much, crackers think i’m gon’ eat ‘em/
scared cause they daughter saw my f-cking face and started screaming/
cuck-boys fantasizing, want me all up in they b.m./
gulf coast, tell the whole map lay the f-ck down/
texas, florida, louisiana, bama, sippi got the sound/
live from the concrete swamp, hundred blunts rolled/
will i save my soul in america, only lord knows/
i serve the bass, i serve the bass…

- jamal malachi

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