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letra de wake the dead - koshir

hook

i came here to shake your head
to spit the sh-t that could wake the dead (that’ll wake the dead!)
catch me in the clubber like b-tch, pumpin’ sh-t that could wake the dead (that could wake the dead!)
and you don’t wanna see the evil in a me, that sh-t that could wake the dead (that’ll wake the dead!)
for all y’all sleepin’ on the can it’s time to get up, and wakin’ the dead (now shake your head!)

verse 1: meezilini da bank’roll

it’s time to wake yo -ss up (get up…)
speed masked and g-ssed up
two n-gg-s in a black truck (that’s us…)
in the expedition fishin’ for a n-gg-, if i get it where i fit it imma stick it for a crip
a young greedy n-gg- (greedy n-gg-)
real b’s a lady, n-gg-
b kosh and beady ain’t see me, n-gg- (easy, n-gg-)
i spit sh-t that’ll wake the dead up
and game that’ll shake the feds up
rose feel money, bad boys and we breakin’ bread up
smurf put work on our plates and fed us (let’s go)
and i’ll bet ya, anybody let ya come through tryna flex and you’re restin’ on the stretcher (yow!!!!!)
ooh you messed up, now who’s next up
them bones in my body, livin’ like hugh hefner (uhhh)
you will be a fool, thinkin’ i might change
c-ke in the kitchen, livin’ room full of dice games!

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verse 2: koshir

wake the f-ck up, i’m turnin’ on the lights, n-gg-
open up them blinds and meet the frost, i am ice, n-gg- (uhhh!)
so cold, that you keep it go on, dope flow, and i’ll steal yo b-tch with no oh’s (uhhh…)
simple money, n-gg-, and i don’t need sh-t
kosh go hard like a hillbilly freak b-tch
moustachin’ on, glaze milkshake
and i’ll feed your pretty kids a bunch of f-ckin’ aids cake (no…)
but this ain’t nothin’ new, boy
me and meezi out on the streets, he pushin’ that true noise
real music, f-ck ya if ya losin’
i’m all about the game that stay and pay what i’m abusin’
i been wakin’ the dead
i been shakin’ the fans
but all these top 40 f-ggots takin’ braze to the heads
weekends, f-ckboys, they stay wearin’ them dunce caps
these p-ss-es better gimme their n-ts-cks, n-gg-

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verse 3: kung fu vampire

i’m livin’ in your vertebrae
my lie is del is bertimin
it’s just a way to get away
magnificently burnin’ zen
we get ya higher than some angel toes
and tighter than some snake but see how nestle it rolls
i’m in the peep-cold white context, surrounded by green smoke, weed blow, dead girl don’t say nahda to me, bro
that’s no bueno!
but a lot of motherf-ckers don’t understand, the speakers on my contraband
believe me, even cobras in the desert sand, sophisted lands
and listfully experience some shipless brands from ralphie may, to jackie chan
i got fans in villages in iran, with pics of me on instagram, you’re lyin’, there’s no way you missed it, man

- koshir

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