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letra de threepeat - kjp

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[intro:]
big kah threepeat
and we got
mustard on the beat

[verse 1: big kah]
i drop bars all day, but never fumble
got you catching those infectious flows, something fungal
if you say you’re better, you lyin’, but i’m the king of the jungle
you wanna battle, get ready, to rumble

i got that contact with some spirits
ghost writing in your lyrics
copy me like a machine i see you wanna be a xerox
pants p-ssin’, u scared and
my disses, you fearing
like snapchat story-
i wait a day and
you’ll be disappearing

big kah, fully loaded
eating fake rappers, feeling bloated
smcs with the hacks, my lyrics are encoded
i rep germantown, but h-lla rich like i’m potomac

but y’all bugging, y’all pests
cannot infest
i’m blessed like a saint
i ain’t saying west
making dissers depressed
salivating finesse
you said you live in germantown
you need to be addressed

thats two birds, one stone, ronan and feras
ronan, i’m going in, about to embarr-ss
so expanse, there’s a chance, that in france, they could hear this
oops, can’t say france, we know you scared of paris

you say you a god, but in you, i don’t trust in
can’t see i’m better, your gl-sses need adjustin’
my songs plus dynamite, that’s combustion
you go out in the sun, you’ll turn to dust in it

deflating your ego, could say i’m tom brady
i been throwing all day, that may be why it’s so shady
listen because if you mimic my style
and you are pale, i call that copy, and pastey
stick with features, feras well played
but ronan now we got beef like filet (mignon)
dming old men, i cannot relate
scream *hollywood* so hold this l-a

you collabing with my enemies, please don’t bother (don’t)
i am the goat, y’all lambs to the slaughter
and yes i tried, but i can’t let this slide (i can’t)
ronan, you look like an underfed harry potter

feras, you disaster, no afterlife
so r. i. p. and embrace the light
you think zohaib sounds better, check your mic
you only worth one verse, you ain’t worth my time
like really

*interlude*

why’s your head tilted back, in every pic (why)
feras, for rap, you are unfit
and, don’t, ever, comment
on my ability to spit ’cause

i can spit fast
like sonic, like flash
like a rocket blast
like usain on the track
wait a few months
my career will outlast
i’m back to the future
you back to the past
and its so frightening
stormy clouds overcast
i’m comin with the lightning
you need to check the forecast
so i put em in a bag
’cause your tracks some trash
i stay first place
you stay dead last

big kah moving onto bigger things
like inducting my town and constructing new schemes
you want me to fail, only happens in your dreams
this mc will see y’all next, in 2017. peace

- kjp

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