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letra de genghis kon - koncept too cold

i’m the captain of the ship, greet me with respect
you a 2 out of 10, i’m the ace of the deck
i heard you making moves? how much money do you get
2 racks in my mouth and i’m not done yet
send the pack in the mail hope you make a good catch
when i moneydance it’s looking like i suffer with tourettes
can’t you tell, i’m from the midwest, high as sp-ce cadets
told my granny that i want a grammy, she said get a grip
they think that’s unrealistic of me, i’m not so convinced
if you think you know where i’m going with this you should double check
i’ve been ready to sell my soul, let me come name a price
i turn water into molly water like i’m jesus christ
if you need some advice, mine is do it on your own
i’ve been stacking flakes of gold tryna build myself a throne
i used to live here, where did rap go? these new rappers are settlers decending on my home
they be like, adderall pill, crush it up sniff it
codeine, soda pop pour it up, sip it
chrome automatic, marijuana addict
tsu’chef in the kitchen how i crack ya cabbage
i go beast mode, b-tch i’m an animal savage
beat you with the gun while i’m holding it backwards
sipping on sizurp, i’m a go getter
hoes wanna let me cut, like a pair of scissors
lookout, for reptilian type critters
snakes, crocodiles, and ya own n-ggas
i ain’t here to impress, i’m here to make ya shiver
i promise you could feel me if i snapped off all ya fingers
i don’t make this for the radio, i burn down churches
then pray to god to tell him that i ain’t do it on purpose
these other rappers worthless like a handful of pennies
i’ll hit you with a train like “oh my god, i k!lled kenny”
i’m hotter than oil f-cking cooking french fries
i’ll drink a whole cup of lean and slap a tramp till she dies
put my d-ck in all kinds, of random foreign b-tches
cut ya head of like a motherf-ckin’ barber that twitches
don’t affiliate with snitches, don’t tell me who’s telling
i’ll catch that motherf-cka take every seed up out his melon
n-gga you’re basic, so sweet i can taste it
30 rounds in my mag, every one of them tracer
i’ll delete you, erase ya, you’re flimsy as paper
got your b-tch sucking d-ck and swallow nut, no chaser
you a f-cking flamer, dawg you think this a joke?
send shocks through your body like a lightning bolt
i’m f-cking dope, so who f-ckin’ with kon
i got your chick on the molly and she greet me face down
i’m on my way to the top n-gga where you at
i’m selling bags and making rhymes until my pockets is fat
and if it really turns out there’s a problem with that
i’ll grab extendo clips and an all black mask
run up in ya crib, looking for them dollars
i’d probably take that rolex but its too fake to count the hours
and on ya wedding day, i’m gon show up with some flowers
f-ck your mother, hit the bride, and still smash the maid of honor

- koncept too cold

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