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letra de bloody knuckles - king cesar

king cesar ft. kamackeris, kong, and spiga – “bl–dy knuckles”
[emcee(s): kamackeris, kong, and spiga]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[verse 1: kamackeris]
you want me to shine?
i illuminate and radiate. you empty-
-glass-ass n-ggas imitate, irritating
i can’t stand a b-tch-ass pmsing
i put it down for y’all, receive blessing, rhyme
iller, kamackeris, my n-gga kong k!ller
spig’ on the hook got you shook—what? there’s many
hoes amongst us, f-cking for the dollar
you’s a b-tch who could deepthroat and swallow
holler if you really want it domino-style
and i got five on it, rhyme on it
y’all n-ggas done changed the rules, went from dropping jewels
to n-ggas coming out, paying no dues
with no clue to solve. as this earth revolve
we all living, microphone-driven
and it’s a given we’re gonna wreck and smash out
make it to the resin, pass out
[hook: spiga]
rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
bare knuckles bl–dy with bones shining brighter than chrome
i’m home here. those who roam? beware. these unmarked
tombs here? they mark the start of new careers
rugged enough

[verse 2: kong]
creeping through the darkness, dead bodies on the lawn. if it’s on
then it’s on. when it’s over, then i’m gone
the gun in hand, you’re off the stage like the running man
ain’t done, fam. watch you, stunning your fans, sonning your man
with no shine, running a plan, a whole
nine millimeter heater eager to fight your leader
spiga, spice the meteor (ayyo, kong, light the heater)
on stage with the wife-beater and the nike sneakers
yo, baby, your table goods cupid cable
cradle your hood, neighborhood fatal, your label navel
your nasal cradled my wood, n-gga. king kong
fatal, missing fifty-two cards in the deck
coat-check your throat and neck, check notes, hope that
you don’t die. doe eyes float with the
monsta i, kongcrete the bronc’. if it’s strong, if it’s real
bring it to the grill. n-ggas can’t k!ll

[hook: spiga]
rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
bare knuckles bl–dy with bones shining brighter than chrome
i’m home here. those who roam? beware. these unmarked
tombs here? they mark the start of new careers
rugged enough
[verse 3: spiga]
yo, while you
running, fam, i’m sonning your man. matter of fact, i’m sonning
your son under the gun, bucking your plans. supply and demand
a duck in the hand’s better than nothing, under the assumption
a brother blind, but let me show you something. fronting
for what? you’re grown just as i. the demons got you
stunting while your time just fly by. my mind’s eye
see you, peep through your façade like the eagle, keep you
at a distance so my desert eagle dig deep through
come on, man. you’re from the same grind. i tamed the same
dames in your time. n-gga, it’s showtime
no mime or critic can copy or diminish the heart
and soul that a n-gga put in this. pay your dues
whoever you wanna bring? bring ‘em at your shows. and your flows?
sing ‘em. separate ‘em at the neck if they’re playing. you want
a drink? i’m flooded with pain, playing the same game
you playing, make my way into the church—fill me up, rev’

[hook: spiga]
rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
bare knuckles bl–dy with bones shining brighter than chrome
i’m home here. those who roam? beware. these unmarked
tombs here? they mark the start of new careers
rugged enough
[hook: spiga]
rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
bare knuckles bl–dy with bones shining brighter than chrome
i’m home here. those who roam? beware. these unmarked
tombs here? they mark the start of new careers
rugged enough

- king cesar

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