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letra de creme - kwam iz ill

gotta swig the henny to this

the way i get excited when i pen a rhyme
should be a crime
i should get a sentence for these sentences
it’s a sin with no repentance
it can’t be forgiven
performed in a grave yard
i brought em back to livin’
will they ever give me mine?
it’s just a test of time (cold brown)
the meanwhile im the greatest ever in my mind
number one with no trophies (iz ill) and no blue ribbons
toe to toe spar with the best
so im never slippin’ (nah)
steady grippin’

[verse 1]
i don’t drop a lot of albums
that don’t mean that i be slackin’
i’m just workin’ through the pipelines
waitin’ on the right time
trust i feel fine
until i hear you rappin’
heard you plottin’ on the uprise
waitin’ on the incline
i simplified my plan of attack
keep makin’ good music
and build my network til its stupid
and consistently drop raps (yeah)
ain’t nothin’ given or handed out
and you can’t stay hot in this game without fannin’ out
do some live shows for the people that respect the craft
and make sure that the audience be jamming out
this that
4 and long shotgun to the slant route
for the win
grab the cash and mash out
whos losing if we all winnin’
you ain’t even place
im lookin for trophy sp-ce steady grinnin’
i need my chump change to be a million
summer house brazilian
drop a album an’ restore the feelin’
sh-t changed nowadays
everybody drillin’
i can’t change ‘cause honestly it ain’t too appealin’
when i say change
i’m talkin’ bout change for the money
a sell out
a prost-tute for the cash bailout
lames got the banks on smash
talkin’ all that jazz
wit bare hands
i’m tossin’ all of you men out
you had a fair chance hit the bench dog
chill out (what, what)

[verse 2]
best of 3, point game
im up 2
you d up, i sink shots
sh-t on you
ya games pitiful
im despicable
cold brown, no ice
that’s the ritual
death in the arena
soundboy burial
cold case k!llin
couldn’t get no cleaner
i want in like a rookie that’s tryna drop 50
i know when i get my chance the fans gon’ f-ck wit me
so, respect the craft
the sk!ll set heavenly
track record solid
im tryna leave a legacy
catch a sh-ll in ya head if you ahead of me
i got a license to carry this lyrical weaponry
burn you like an effigy
or a pepperseed
wit’ h-lla speed
there ain’t a category for my pedigree
no wikipedia or google searches
and by now if you ain’t figure it out
im more than worth you purchase
log in your paypal or western union
this is rap communion
empty ya wallets and empty ya purses
i’m sorry i couldn’t be the rapper you want to worship
wit the leather joggin’ pants an’ sh-t
i rather do this and keep it legit
and put number on the board til the scoreboard flip
and when i win
i owe the culture the championship
i’m doin’ donuts in a chrome m6
like this!

[hook]
i said the cream gon’ rise to the top
i’m raisin the stake high
if you playing you ante up
you foldin’ or is you holdin’
you hittin’ or getting hit
lets put it all on the table
and keep the game legit
what, what
the cream gon’ rise to the top
crème de la crème
is you rollin’ or what
let me see what you made of
you talkin’ a lot of stuff
lets put it all on the table
this how i’m callin’ your bluff
what, what
i said the cream gon’ rise to the top
i’m raisin the stake high
if you playing you ante up
you foldin’ or is you holdin’
you hittin’ or getting hit
lets put it all on the table
and keep the game legit
what, what
the cream gon’ rise to the top
crème de la crème
is you rollin’ or what
let me see what you made of
you talkin’ a lot of stuff
lets put it all on the table
this how i’m callin’ your bluff
what, what

- kwam iz ill

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