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letra de musical stampede - 1599378 - looptroop rockers

“chorus
whatever i say over the beat it’s a hit cus it’s hot./ however i sound better believe that it’s hip to the hop./ however you feel all my peops just l!ck off a shot./ whatever you do embee make sure the sh-t don’t stop
it’s murder on the dance floor. call the paramedics!/
right now, or you won’t live to regret it./
outline the whole crowd in chalk when i spit talk./
slidin’ through all the blood like a crip walk./
yeah, a lame -ss metaphor,/
but say it better or shut the f-ck up,/
cus like my man said: it’s all about who kicks the lamest sh-t,/
and gets away with it. fool./
in this rap i’m all about havin’ some fun with it,/
and burn till there’s no return like capital punishment./
promoe – on your fm dial,/
with looptroop – mother effin’ styles./
from sweden. bleedin’ all over the cut./
female emcees i spread s-m-n all over your b-tt,/
male emcees i knock out screamin’ over you: what?/
you must be dreamin’ thinkin’ you can f-ck/
with the promoe – ahead of all heads,/
the promoe – a dread among bald heads./
with more hair and beard than you bargained for./
don’t f around cus my squad is raw./
it’s looptroop – the cl!ck is full proof./
looptroop – too thick to shoot through./
bullets bouncin’ off the boulevard to the beat./
with my heart to the street man i’m hard to defeat./
without embee you ain’t f-ckin’ with me./
without 10 g’s you ain’t f-ckin’ with him./
without him – no hits – you ain’t makin’ a f-ckin’ cent,/
so f-ckin’ with us don’t make no motherf-ckin’ sense motherf-cker!
chorus
this goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/
and don’t know where they belong./
this goes out to all my people who had enough/
of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2)
alright we’re smaller than you but we’re more than you,/
so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./
no time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./
they know my face so run before they catch you too./
you don’t want that, trust me, i’ve been to h-ll and back/
but if you get caught remember to tell them that/
this music don’t back for n0body, retreat for nothin’/
cus it’s the pulse of all the people strugglin’/
the lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/
the underworld communication of our time/
so rise and shine, they can’t eliminate the messages./
even if they k!ll us can’t get us cus
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embee did it again! – haters no like/
but they gotta bounce to it cus the show’s so tight/
turn up the volume ’til the beat make the vinyl skip!/
no funny binniz, i repeat, we ain’t signing sh-t!/
schlooks stay young and angry, h-rny, hungry, drunk and high/
s– junkies now.. /
but i, don’t want no medecine, want you to let me in/
mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/
your moms recommend, – you stay away from them!/
but i don’t blame you for kickin it with the champion./
from the dragons den – waxkabinetten!/
spit fire at your management and tying up your president./
i represent dvsg’z, cop any previous release,/
and recognize game, we feeding the streets/
that musical stampede, follow my lead,/
put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be!
chorus
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