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letra de above the law (freestyle) - kid vishis

[intro: kid vishis & claret jai]
yes
last of the spitters
the poor stays poor, the rich get richer
it’ll be here on eight-nine (it’s just so disproportionate)
that’s next month
on the ninth
ha, go get that
you b-tch!

[chorus: claret jai & kid vishis]
sometimes life seems so unfortunate
that’s why i don’t give a sh-t
the poor stay poor, the rich get richer
it’s just so disproportionate (let’s go!)
you don’t know just what i go through (sick ’em!)
that’s why i would rather show you
(come on, come on, come on, come on) just how far that i can take it
every rule, i’m breakin’ it

[verse 1: kid vishis]
aww, sick em, go ‘head dumb out
i come to your crib, you’ll get drug out
bullets even graze, sn-tch ya’ plug out
i’m going through a phase, call it “dumbout”
so play and the ak’ll spray a hunnid straight out, bring your drum out
right miss you with the missile
yo, your b-tch shoot the d-ck like a gift
and the b-lls like mistletoe
it’s vishis, walkin’ your chicken’s crib
your b-tch open up her mouth on my command, though i am no dentist
from the city, i’m tough
listen to your cd, your rhymes suck
made you think it was sweet, give you a mindf-ck
like diddy trying to get to the greet
my words is enough of a weapon to k!ll a beat
at your door mask in a bag, knockin’ like “trick or treat”
off the ground where i’m a lift his feet
when the pound hit his cheek, victory
leave you on the ground, spittin’ out yo’ t–th
k!ll him in the middle of the road since you so street

[chorus: claret jai & kid vishis]
sometimes life seems so unfortunate
that’s why i don’t give a sh-t
(get em’ up) the poor stay poor, the rich get richer
it’s just so disproportionate (let’s go!)
you don’t know just what i go through (sick ’em!)
that’s why i would rather show you
(come on, come on, come on, come on) just how far that i can take it
(yeah) every rule, i’m breakin’ it

[verse 2: kid vishis]
yeah, f-ck him on me one time
call yo’ wife and tell her “you not comin’ home”
like richie after s-x with sunshine
i put you two b-lls in the corner pocket then shoot the two ball at your crotch
then beat you with the sock and cue ball, it’s true y’all
i never been the one to cook cr-p
yeah, i’m hung over but i’m a one man wolf pack
i’m about that, you just about rap
i know you want the cheese but you won’t but get some motherf-ckin’ mousetrap
take the heaven the battler
yeah, i’m home alone with my toys, do robbers worse than kevin mccallister
hand callus from can cappin’ the cannon at ya’ canister
f-ck, a career’s worse than bad managers
don’t be the first guy who i’ll make stare into the barrel of an eagle and give you a bird’s eye view
you can’t upset who can punch you in the chest and break ya’ heart
have ya’ feelin’ like your main b-tch left you

[chorus: claret jai & kid vishis]
sometimes life seems so unfortunate (awww, hahaha)
that’s why i don’t give a sh-t
(get em’ up) the poor stay poor, the rich get richer
it’s just so disproportionate (yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go)
you don’t know just what i go through (sick ’em!)
that’s why i would rather show you
(come on, come on, come on, come on) just how far that i can take it
every rule, i’m breakin’ it

[outro: kid vishis]
sick ’em!

- kid vishis

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