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letra de cut that weak shit (buckwild mix) - lace da booms

[chorus: samples]
people died so i can rhyme
you think i’m gonna grab the mic and waste my nation’s time?
step off with that weak sh-t
cr-p rappers, step off with that weak sh-t (word, word)
people died so i can rhyme
you think i’m gonna grab the mic and waste my nation’s time?
step off with that weak sh-t
cr-p rappers, step off with that weak sh-t (word, word)

[verse 1: lace da booms]
the incompatible, shatter-proof n-gga like a backboard
built to last long like a ’95 explore
the overlord shoppin’ chainsaws and .44’s
to make another texas massacre in new york
i’m spittin’ verbal use for those that choose to sip my juice
now they minds go cool, her ricochet produces loot
plus the cess to get to make my controllers fill over
the real sh-t, my style be the illest like syphilis
plus f-ckin’ your head up more than a coked-up barber
why bother? my clique is hot like lava
you miscalculated while i antic-p-ted in this rap sh-t
performin’ shows, sip moët, go platinum
i’m maxed, relaxed, crack six-packs and count stacks
hit jax and ricochet’s rappin’ makes it happen
i wanna be the best, untouchable like eliot ness
and surely you jest if you wanna contest
[?] so s-x, got me chain smokin’ cigarettes
now who’s next to test? bet they bounce like checks
and if they come, they’ll leave confused, abused more than a rubik’s cube
and then get the boot like a timberland dude
[verse 2: royal flush]
flush it back, n-ggas down, holdin’ 4 pounds of round
f-ck, get outta town, more fire boroughs hold it down
break out the salary, this life is goin’ on trial
my rhymes’ll open up the ears for thugs who’s livin’ it foul (word)
my little brother’s on the isle, say he can deal with it now
based on my rapture, said he could adapt with the crack
’cause my lyrics capture everythin’ comin’ at ya
stand still with real lyrics that heal like pills (word)
overdose from sk!lls, n-ggas in the lands keep it real (keep it real)

[interlude: samples]
step off with that weak sh-t
step off with that weak sh-t (word)

[verse 3: quasi modo]
even bigger n-ggas get bucked
my first verse makes you duck, actin’ hard get you stuck
you f-cked up (you f-cked up), shows the wrong road and path
now i grab your staff, for phony half a blast
my task takin’ over, boulder, pull your folder
stomp a soldier with the weight of the world on my shoulders
i go from bad to severe, feelings turn to fear
that means another n-gga’s runnin’ outta here
word, front on brooklyn
i serve my borough, got everybody else booked in
tryna find a way, some throw a [?] at late
but my indistinctly brothers, they wanna rob my prey
attacker, rhyme reactor
spots get blown, i’m unknown like x-factor
you lack the sk!ll to get busy
lay get jiggy, those who oppose my flow become dizzy
it’s for them n-ggas breakin’ fool, these n-ggas breakin’ rules
with the complex context styles i use (styles i use)
couple of crews in crisis, knah mean? (knah mean?)
i make you scatter from the scene like mices (like mices)
dicin’ care with profanity, these b-tch ass n-ggas
is playin’ games with insanity, that weak sh-t
[outro]
you know what i’m sayin’
uh, buckwild, lace da booms, [?]
my man [?] on the track, flush, ricochet
you know what i’m sayin’, yo
my man [?]

- lace da booms

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