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letra de bong r.i.p - king sinister

if it’s the craziest bars it’s where i’m standing
8 yards away from the class, we started $tacking
what you know about how hard it is to stand in
when every cop in the city think dark skins are branded

i keep it a 100
i’m never double timing
f-ck a 50:50
go all the way in till i’m dying
if music is therapy, i’m the therapeutic line
snort this motherf-cker, this ain’t your cheap high
oh wait, how would you know, you ain’t never been classy
you should prolly go k!ll yourself, and free out the front seat
unhealthy with your alcohol, now that is a sad scene
while i been healthy and wealthy , ya’ll wussies, can’t fight me

i’ll shut you down, like i just hit the k!ll switch
real sh-t, his whole f-ckin career i’ll dismiss
unlikе your sh-t, my shot won’t miss to diss this
punk motherf-cker put him outta business

my silеnce could be violent, i could have loud silenced
give y’all real talk?
he a cowardice, a sour b-tch, so powerless, devour this, with power hits
now go get the paparazzi come on n cover this

how you respected on a mic but
but when the lights die, you respect dies with the light
how you act like you the best to be on spotlight
still lose the f-ckin fight
claiming the judges ain’t judgin right

your shots are too cheap, now i got a pricey palate
dont ever think you’d ever get une place on ma table’
ma table’ like jc (jesus christ/julius caesar), last supper’s well grounded
some of us knew judas n brutus wanted me dead
don’t f-ck with me, i’ll pull out all your history
shubhankar slipped in a girl, popped a cherry
a fool of good age, but was she even 18
your fans have a doubt could they ask drive magazine

your birth place will be a dead sp-ce
yeah i got daddy issues, but you a f-ckin daddy’s issue
prolly why you go pay rent, while i go n take it
i make different bank
while you beg for payments

you think you’d say sh-t , and then i would just take it
bumbles meant to swipe on, well i just don’t fake it
you out here cheatin walkin with her credit cards
man i feel bad for the girl who gave her heart

chillin with snow white, won’t get you a head start
you know better for we done more shows n won battle scars
now you say, you don’t ever wanna be or play a part
yet y’all be picking leftovers of what i discard

now lemme give ya’ll a 5 syllable word
courtesy of dosas n drugs
when i sing is like dmx or popsmoke
with your nasalisation one would wanna throw up
you ain’t on my level, acting asinine
to play the right side, you’ll be an asswipe
i see you face again, reshape your jawline
let’s see you rap after that , you f-ckin low life

- king sinister

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