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letra de homicide (cover) - kevin indie

[intro]
ristre vox on the speakers

[hook]
yeah! f-ck rap »
bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
and i had it
n-gg- ready for anybody to buss back
hol up, catch a vibe, n-gg- pull up with a fire ain’t n-body leave alive sippin’ suicide
f-ck that
kevin h-lla villainous, he k!llin’ this
i’m comin’ for your man and the lady and even the baby
i’m feelin’ like i’m, chika-chika-chika-chika-chika-chiii
slim shady

[verse 1]
when i tell you i got bidness to handle i gotta handle it..
study histology with a candle lit
patty cake, sat-rday
daddy used to play with my sis and
i would get angry and sh-t
depressed child like blanket, they don’t understand it
look at mike jack with
kid in his hands and
over the press with
a little white blanket..
shower that baby with bad press
that was me
the line was a bad stretch
stretch marks; talking bout the ones you could access
i’m mad flex
so f-ckin’ with me and me and me is..crediting bad s-x
(for real)
i am exceeding the barrier
had to put weed to this character
so twelve on my wall like a calendar
and i need a lawyer no manager
ion’t give a f-ck about a cosine anymore
n-gg- isn’t looking at me both eyed anymore
they don’ wanna see me on ten had to let it go
they just wanna see me get eight like a cannibal
vw polo, oh no the golf hoe
total the whole show, compost the auto
kaleidoscope vision
mine falls within it, i tote the scrimmage, bibles and bidness like i chose to witness
how does a rapper get out of the slums
always a scour when i talk to my mum
she said i shouldn’t be rappin at all
and dad said it different i had to be strong
so i’m spending the money you sent for the food on my studio time cause i’ll eat when i’m good/
i drop a bottle of kremlin ain’t dropping school
ooh no
new wave, new wave n-gg- catch tide you gone lose way
we ain’t all bad, i’m this hard i ain’t even made it
sing me a new melody off a good blunt pushing daisies »
you need a feature that’s major
hop on a feature i break you
(cole world)

(hook)

[verse 2]

boy i told you we could never be similar take a seat ya looking pitiful deplorable read it as i been seeing n-gg-s pivotal bipolar and ready to make a scene taking shots at me in different dialect portuguese, well
.. everybody hate that i’m doing this
but they knew it i was banging out to ludacris
i was 3 feet 3 doing music cause
i never really talk about my feeling less i’m doing this
couldda dissed..
anybody bashing my
influences
who is this?
why you got a problem with the newest kid?
full of it
shawty imma love you till we do it then
pull you in
let you raise a baby i won’t do ya rent
and n-gg-s castigated
i delayed when i had chance to play with
m-ssive names and i could still scratch the days when
p-ssive a-list og rappers paid me
i literally had to do that to stay in charge or lose while i rewrap the cadence
had the blatant relapse on oh
still drink a couple f-cking millis of old tree
and the world got a belly ring
and life is b-tch we be renting it
and love is a 4 letter word so is f-ck
and i don’t really mean it when i mention them
indie is
independent, i’m k!lling it
in the fendi, i’m cynic as
n-gg-s in every city cous’ »
effervescent i’m filling up
told the b-tch i ain’t feeling her
f-ck again i don’t feel enough giving d-ck i ain’t giving up told my n-gg-s i did it but
.. think they give it up
been a bit since a pity f-ck
look, am slipping my sh-t in a
place where n-gg-s is living up
sh-t’s creek, the jig is up (ooh)
kevin ridiculous
enough about that
the f-cker gone rap
and pull up with his mother to back
him up on the stand
i really had a cup on a lapse
am drunk and relaxed
n-gg- better run or get capped
a f-cking disaster
then we put your tongue in your bag
don’t come with a mask »
someone seen me run in the back
the gun’ll relax
and then i follow up and i crack
a skull into half
a n-gg- called a cop on the gang
now f-cking relax..
spread a lil’ weed on the corpses
they’ll describe me at they office
i’mma take a pack to the back room
they gone let me off with a warning
i remember vespers died on the spot »
how the f-ck you tell me to rely on the cops
get frustrated when i write for a spot
nasty wouldn’t ever lemme die like his locks
on god »

[outro]
everything is going to die

- kevin indie

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