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letra de no prints - kyo itachi

[intro: ruste juxx]
wuddup!
no face, no prints
you already know what crime it is, 211

[verse 1: ruste juxx]
yo, crime is money that’s the name of the game
just get paid, n-gga, f-ck the fame
lay back and smoke me a pound
then i compose a furious sound
gea, rest in peace k!llah sha
watch ya back in these streets, it’s do or die
and all i do is cash checks in
wherever the money at, i’m headed in that direction
you should have known from the jump
watch ya body get blown from the pump
i don’t sell crack no more, i sell bars
my 16’s the price of luxury cars
superstar in the hood, they love me
never put a punk -ss rapper above me
put ’em beneath me, 6 feet deep
f-ck a rap battle this is real street beef
most definite, i’m the host wrecking sh-t
one, two, one, two mic checking sh-t
stop being greedy, juxx need to play, too
like that russian told rocky, i’mma break you
we 300 deep, wilding in da club
back pocket carrying black mask and gloves
that’s for the getaway, no face, no prints
no license plate, window dark tint
thoroughbred n-gga, you a mixed breed
i’m a v6, n-gga you a six-speed

[r.a. the rugged man]
yo, homeless veterans with limbs missing, innocent victims put into prisons
parents is pill popping, fiending for government prescriptions
a man, homeless, feet full of fungus, dying with gangrene
sleeping in garbage with rats, sipping a bottle of jim beam
i put hatred on paper for pages
in this concrete jungle, we the animals, that’s why they lock us in cages
acquaintances and enemies, acting like friends and fam
waiting to turn your body into the corpse of a dead man
since i was a baby in a bib, my pops had most of the neighborhood
murderers, kicking it, and playing cards in the crib
but good men, my big sister never preferred it
she grew up having crushes on gang members and men who have murdered
as a kid, life was my only teacher
i didn’t play video games, i played chess with the grim reaper
i’m legendary, you just an impostor, the cops wanna mace me
i gargle mace like it’s a spray of binaca
true story, let me verbalize
my genetics are permanently polluted by poisonous government herbicides
yeah, you don’t want no parts of the war
i’m a bloodthirsty hungry and starving, meat-eating carnivore
this new york city in ya headset, you p-ssies leaving your p-ssy bet wet
begging and crying, rugged man is he dead yet? no!

[outro]
no face, no prints
no face, no prints
no prints
no face, no prints
no face, no prints

- kyo itachi

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