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letra de wolf pack (feat. intell hazefield, paul kane) - kwam iz ill

[kwam iz ill]
negus be like, nahmean
i’m in the studio, hahah

[verse 1]
dr kwam is wanted for surgery
for certainly i know they heard of me
i murder rappers
i’m burning rappers
like you f-ckin’ a bad b-tch double- strapped
you know she got the clap
you’s a nasty ni–a
and i’m nasty wit’ the raps
i’m bout it, bout it
gettin’ rowdy with the pack
trippy sticks, double stacks
double shots, double dat
dont p-ss it to me ’cause i’ll p-ss it back
it’s not a chance you’ll ever hear me spittin’ acid raps
i’m not a fan im just sizing you up
i heard that sh-t you put out an’ it sucks
you talkin’ much but enough is enough
sn-tchin the mic from a wack rapper
im callin’ his bluff
coutin’ us out is not an option
we clique-in’ up
sequel to the rapture we left off
and now we pickin up
montage, he gave up the score
and so we rip it up
you can use your silver medals as bullets
still can’t get rid of us

[hook]
[kwam iz ill]
all i got in the world
is my word and my b-lls
we big dogs
somethin’ stylish on our paws
bite vicious we attack for a cause (yea)
wolf pack on the prowl (yea)
move or get mauled (you better move)
(uh)..move or get mauled (better move)
(gunz high, why wouldn’t i?)
..move or get mauled

[paul kane]
[verse 2]
hey yo i’m thinkin wicked thoughts
f-ck talk, get it by force
i’d rather do it the hard way
endorsing the co-rs- course (yeah)
endured more then harsh laws
and politicians offices
born where the orphans is (ugh)
and never had a soul to spend (never)
cold world
love and trust are things of the past
even in the garden of eden
there were snakes in the gr-ss (word)
we on a roll like a finger
gettin easy as a free throw (easy)
controllin the crowd
we turn a riot to a free show
i flows (lets go!)
so one of my shows wouldn’t be clever to missed
i’m leaving compet-tors p-ssed
to tell you the truth it gets no better than this (big l)
ni–as ain’t f-ckin with my composition
leg up on the compet-tion
like im p-ssin’
really im sh-ttin’ though (hah)
finally im home
ya man back from all his practicin’ (im back)
talkin like a laxative inside the packagin’ (talkin sh-t)
come along and ride better off ‘long side gunz high
we canines wit championship bloodlines

[hook]
[kwam iz ill]
all i got in the world
is my word and my b-lls
we big dogs
somethin’ stylish on our paws
bite vicious we attack for a cause
wolf pack on the prowl
move or get mauled
..move or get mauled
..move or get mauled

[intell hazefield]
uh
i dont pop molly spit that rob ford
crack era
hopped out the womb
laguardia hospital
hats off to my heroine
i swear that my mom strong
move to maryland
marion barry the flow
we dat’ raw
to northberg and i’m bearing every burden
never p-ss off
im scared to move away to p-ss a chance somebody p-ss away
but at home im all alone
im like a cast away
and i can’t breathe
i feel the squeeze of a sea of snakes
gimme a break
i catch my breath and so happen to master the craft
of not having to blast away
at you brash rappers and posers meanin’ half of what you say
give it away we dont flea, ugh
we run that base
give it a taste chili peppers to the face, ugh
hgh when drama breaks earth quakes, ugh
the sky separates as thunder breaks
i wrestle rhymes
i undertake with my brother kane
whatchusayin’?

- kwam iz ill

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