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letra de the takeover - jay rock

[intro]
come on, yeah
r-o-c-k runnin’ this rap sh-t
top dawg, yeah, we runnin’ this rap sh-t
thirty days, thirty nights runnin’ this rap sh-t
this the takeover, yeah, i’m runnin’ this rap sh-t
talk sh-t, yeah, you might get clapped quick
man, f-ck that, man, let me stop playin’ with these n-ggas

[verse 1]
this the takeover, my n-gga, the wait is over
the game’s over, gun range in my range rover
i ain’t sober, a trunk shot’ll lean sideways
a local witness said he flipped off the highway
catastrophe, if it ain’t, it’s blasphemy
k!llers that blast for me
b-tches that win pageants, they call me your majesty
walk with my pants saggin’, puffin’ a blunt
half these n-ggas ain’t half of me
but f-ck that, buck back, lay down, this war you ready?
i’m spoken word from a malcolm x verb, i’m heavy
feel the wrath of a god emcee
make it rain thirty songs, that’s the god in me
ain’t no guardin’ me, this armageddon for you peasants
i resurrect the rap game after this rhymin’ session
i’m a rhymin’ ledger, my ramas’ll break depression
or poppin’ a deadly weapon
or droppin’ the top of rappers and droppin’ it on the record
hop in a bubble lexus
top dawg is the future and you lookin’ at the jetsons
i be lookin’ at my weapon like “you son of a b-tch”
i squeeze one time, you dump out half of the clip
now, that’s a automatic, f-ggot, get your ammo up
it don’t jam, yo, my ammo get rambo touch
get your candles and camos, and smoke on up
jump out your sandals as soon as that van roll up
and “ow”, look what you n-ggas woke up
a bear with unbearable fight, get your cranium crushed
t-tanium bars to bite, turn your t–th into dust, n-gga
it’s dennis the menace, f-ck a doctor, call us, n-gga
don’t f-ck with you f-ck-n-ggas
f-ck with the family, then i’m f-ckin’ you up, n-gga
tell me what’s up, n-gga, you dig me? yeah, strictly
’bout my paper, throwin’ thirties on a scr-per
.30-06 complimented by the laser
paralyze you from the waist down if i graze you, you dig me?
i ride dirty like a bum with lices, that there is priceless
the nicest on these mic devices
might need both of the mics to (?) where christ is
a crisis happens after i writes this
a righteous poem been mergin’ storms and brightens
the atmosphere with fire, p-ssy
gonorrhoea for your v-g-n-, lookee here
thirty days, thirty nights
explosives bombin’ every hip-hop site, get ready

- jay rock

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