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letra de transcribed - loaded lux

[loaded lux]
i think every rapper frail
b-tch n-ggas, run with a union of gabrielles
switch hitter, perm in his braids, flashy nails, fightin’…
most you went around was a carousel, but you like ’em
yell… i wanna hear where the hate was. just remind me why i don’t trade hugs with fake thugs, that ain’t love
you got a business of n-ggas that take drugs
and why every time you get money you pay stubs, huh?
i bring viewers. even if they pick you first
say there’s no way you losin’, most we’ll do is split a verse
i say the longer they stay tuned in, they’ll predict the worst…
but doesn’t popeye take brutus? well, he had to get to the spinach first. watch me work
who’s buzzin? they’re nothing, they’re loud flies
i’ll swat ’em out, i’m a slaughterhouse full of cowhide
you put nothing in a box but biscuits and hot fries
your son’ gon see chicken when he look in his pop eyes
i’m enraged… they brought shade, lemonade, lawn chairs
i’m launch clears, pin grenades, bomb scares
they want a battle, they thought he took the date down wrong
you’re just smart enough to know
“hey, i fix cars… i don’t break down bombs”
and i’m on, sh-t’s comedy, don’t mind me. i’m an eddie murphy movie, you’ll never roll n-gga, i’ll play everybody
but he don’t know i snap out in rap bouts?
i take a sh-t the only way you coming back out
to have doubts is senseless, especially if we’re bettin’
he’ll be an outgoing message; scentless
they say them harlem boys pretty boy floyd with the hand action. thorough, borrough, bread, but i ain’t ya man, hatton
every bar, he go hard, my cannon crackin’
now look at the cannon crackin’
and ny might be, the streets cold
the closest you been to brisk was some fine ice tea
he know, the lesson’s a syllable, try, you’ll see
go home, look in the mirror, say
“when it comes to gangsta there’s no i in gee
now break that down, look what you do for fans
they told the boy he was a soldier
and now he think he’s superman
and you finna get your cape stuck in the sky like shoes
he don’t wanna straighten up and fly right
the 9 rights and n-ggas i’m bred with
he think he’s ill, i’ma show em he’s bedsick
nah you ain’t slippin’, my n-gga, your leg slipped
where in the f-ck is you getting the compet-tion at? craigslist
he can act like he a threat cause he can rap to a c-ssette
i’ll send my sk-nks to run up in banks, track a n-gga’s check
i’ll match whoever bet, he can patch in a cadet
he can sn-tch whoever, they can snap together like barrettes
b-tches, ya’ll all timid, no poking his frame
look leaky, crack in his tank, c0ke in his veins
i bet that n-gga broke where he hang. judging by his weight he probably be holding doors open for change
this is big dog sh-t, lil n-gga, i don’t rate with runts
how i do, not in my crew… ain’t no sp-ce for lunch
jail is full of n-ggas like you, i don’t take in punks
they get interrogated, fill their head with cases, wait a month
walls closing in on that n-gga, now he pray with monks
he gon run outta sp-ce
then come out his face like razor bumps
worst to come, he was the only guy arrested, racing drunk
they tore the car inside out, never made the gun
it was fear, scared thinking of years he might play the bunk
sh-t… for george washington, n-gga, he was only facin’ one
i’ma make your home a grave
for ever thinking you can hold a stage
with a pirhana when you’re synonymous with a float parade
all this means is, we both war machines, but you older grade
golden age, one advance and i’ma feel his growing pains
i’ma take his throat and shave it close with his shoulder blades
oh behave, i grope the cage, go in raids
rhyme and every spine i make line up straight like rollerblades
stand for lux, i’m national, tv, name cover fliers
you ever see him in a tube? he’s probably rubbing tires
it’s always them nothing -ss n-ggas, trouble find ya
my sh-t together, rub sticks together
you look like you discovered fire… i’m a rider

- loaded lux

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