letra de cannonball run (dramatic, pt. 2) - madwiz

mama said for me to pick this gun, cuz this gun is the very best one
f-ck, yall, 15 minutes of fame n-ggas, yall the same n-ggas, and yall lame n-ggas
and you know the god, i put the dirty work in, for certain
for whenever your heart be hurtin’
i perform with no rehearsing excellence of execution
and nothing’s for sure but word to me i only know two things
you could stay in your seats or run for your lives
or sit back and watch times change in front of your eyes
but yo i wouldn’t give a f-ck if it was airborne
because it’s common to see a n-gga in rare form
so i’m throwing the bows and slingin the lead
for punk ass pigs that leave these unarmed kids dead
and i’ll forever be on the run
cuz of the guns n-gga, guns n-gga, guns
cl!ck clack blaow, brooklyn style still ringing
mogul turn it up like the cup that you pour your gin in
and fake friends talk sh-t behind your spine
but then be all on your d-ck, cuz they vagine
who’s the motherf-cker with the big ass persona
a skinny little n-gga wrists lookin like coronas
you know madwiz, mad weed, drinkin mad guinness
i’m in the house like the bag with the bags in it
and while you stuck on the parts that you ain’t gettin
the wiz ll be coming back for seconds like its thanksgiving
for turkey & stuffing & most importantly mac
mac 11, mac 10, gun talk with the accent
spanish or french, i turn whatever to ebonics
hot fire known to turn whatever to an omelette
so feel my wrath eternal e like eazy
chris wise said they see terror when they see me
my n-ggas that died get brought back like the muppets
like i was in my four cornered room getting dusted
but i smoke the loud when i hide from society
rhyme book looking like scarface diary
peace to uzi vert but i’m intro
use paypal… or send the cash through the venmo
better believe that a n-gga getting rich
i can’t lose another mother to the bullsh-t
i’m in the dancery. smokin weed in the bathroom
lions tigers and bears and baboons, in the red lagoon
doing shrooms, at 2 in the afternoon
i’ll smack your groom, exactamundo oh no
ain’t no appropriating this sh-t
b-tches, i could destroy the world with a wrist fl!ck
thats why a n-gga at the end of his rope, cuz
black folks can’t have sh-t around white folks
yeah i said it, no i don’t want to edit
i could never be a racist cause i’m not that pathetic
drop the 8, stack the dubs
wza the razor he spat fire till a n-gga spat blood
whuttt… then i kneed him in the nuts
overk!ll if you don’t go to h-ll but yo i know you will
adventure time b-tch im the lich
and it don’t matter if there’s sugar or salt, in your grits…

but we all digital dash, and on your way out the door, you still get kicked in your ass
i got mad lebrons so i ain’t sweating
and i don’t even like him but the sneakers match my effervescence
all y’all could drink jerk sauce, f-ck you and them stupid jamaicans i used to work for
i eat airport food, and bump ice cube
berleezy got me rolling on his youtube d-mn…
it’s just me in your heart
oh my fault? it’s me, and the pin on your ebt card
i’m emperor pilaf, i’m having a menaj
get it? me? nah?
you stupid as f-ck then, let’s have the discussion about you knowing nothing, drinking robotissin and sierra mist, you ain’t sh-t
future hendrix wouldn’t condone this
youz a sucker my n-gga and you should own it
drums please, see they drop with ease
i got the drop on you now everything gets seized
why i gotta ask where is the love, are we that blinded?
sh-t is like one piece you’ll never find it

- madwiz

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