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letra de basically - joey cool

[intro]
y’all know what this is
onslaught

[verse 1: joey cool]
yeah
so with my hands
i hold this ball of fire
go say you ain’t feelin’ my sh-t
n-gg- you’s a godd-mn liar
i go i go i go
no brakes i burn them tires
levitate but i need go higher
watch me as i walk this wire
my music all in these streets
i ain’t gotta say sh-t n-gg-s can’t compete
i don’t really wanna brag but i’m feelin’ like i got it in the bag and i can’t be beat
head down all the way down to my feet
low pay n-gg- talk is cheap
and i swear if they consumed by dreams
then a gunner can’t sleep
godd-mn it i’m beastin’
walk soft when the giant is sleepin’
make a [?] we eatin’
give it up two time for the deacon
and the preacher
with a cadillac
in a big house
with a blessing
everybody sittin’ in the first three rows
they pay the most when it’s time for collection
now jump to a different section
i pray for the most protection
i hum to a different tune
i went the wrong direction
but look where the f-ck it got me
when i come to you music n-z-s
f-ck putting this eloquently
not an(y) you n-gg-s gon’ stop me
look dumb little n-gg- you sloppy
i put you on ice like hockey
this not for the radio jockey
i made this sh-t for my posse
i ride ’round and i’m gettin’ it
i’m finally founded my vision
i’m a motherf-cking runaway freight train
n-gg- prepare yourself for a collission

[hook: yung prez & joey cool]
basically we out here
basically we makin’ moves
basically we ground ho
basically we payin’ dues
basically you n-gg-s do it basic you don’t want it boy
don’t wind up in this [?] gonna get your -ss got
basically i’m saying no
y’all can’t f-ck with our [?]
we got a bunch of squares n-gg- this a f-ckin’ powershow
basically we out here (onslaught)
basically we makin’ moves (onslaught)
basically we ground ho (onslaught)
basically we payin’ dues

[verse 2: joey cool]
thinkin’ bout that lamborghini
as i’m blowin’ on this nicki
after [?]
i might count the consolations
i -ssume you never see me on your tv
but i been by the time i get done n-gg- want my cd
i’m like michaelangelo or da vinci with painting pictures
rapping is like religion
i be studying scripture
now picture a portrait painted
sippin’ without the mixer
it’s liquor and i’m on a mission
couldn’t stop me with a pet-tion
now listen
in this kitchen
i’m cooking pay little attention
did i mention that i do the convention-able sh-t (nah man)
i’m all about sh-ttin’
all about rippin’
kinda like a n-gg- come trippin’
dumb little n-gg- got hit with a waste that
now he lays flat cops gotta case that
real sh-t n-gg- motherf-cker don’t play that
(stay back, stay back, stay back)
scope on lock
snipe on a rifle four more shots
bullets bounce off like robocop
walkin’ through a line of fire homie tell me don’t stop
that’s an onslaught
that mean everybody in the tempo
that mean everybody on the team got a dream
and was scheming to get to this cash hold
look at these -ssholes

[verse 3: jl of b. hood]
yo
i go my ninja
go mine cut a mind my ninja
so high sci-fi when i enter
eyes on the prize dementia
the highest to the throne
die ‘fore i surrender
remember i slice ’em into bite size contingents
nice with the mic i tend to cut ’em up like tender things in commender
my world pardon that my girls spin it
my sh-t now that side-chick get with it
get a starter kit but that swag don’t come with it
ridiculous b-tch just mixed this
get it rid of it, quickly big in a minute
we inventive try’na feed the village
basically ain’t no one up in the way of that safe
ain’t slowin’ down ’til i get enough of that cake
had enough of that waitin’
vacation to something jamaican
[?] amazing
b-mpin’ that onslaught
slum thoughts glazin’
higher than a motherf-cker with a fond asian
fly no occ-ssion
no levigation
hoes get sold for the low liquidation
no limitation to the flows i can pause on a tape
then i hit the stage, start raging
everybody is a rapper now
the new rationale
the new fashion now
is that n-body give a f-ck what you rap about
just put sh-t on a disc and go p-ss it out
jo coolie we ’bout to start a m-ssacre
no mask and gloves [?]
the epitome of -ss-ssin is fast enough
they get a faster buzz
they gonna have to love us
because

- joey cool

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