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letra de blunted - main ingredient [pr]

yo what’s up!
representing here!
giving message out to all the big bam blunt!
and to my n-ggas up in chicago and new york!
spreading much love!
giving shout-outs to my manager eadon!
to my dj darren!
to my n-gga here on my side, hector!
to my producer nelson!

it’s the wicked one
with the phillie blunt stomping
in the silly stunt
give real n-ggas what they really want
buddha fat style that leave the crowd choking
you can’t even hold the mic that i be smoking
the weed be extra strange
for my people who can hang
stimulating minds when i speak my freak slang
‘cuz i spark the mic for n-ggas who be blunted
terrorizing crews and fools who front
’till all the style that believe in suckers buried in the dark
so step up, if you wanna get hurt
with blows to the head now you’re feeling short of breath
and i’ma smoke sess till the day of my dead
so yes, i guess you can say i lose control
my mind starts to slip as the air takes its toll
i’ma soul, now you wanna never end in mine
you’ve just been taken to the mind of the buddha fire
the buddha feel my chest i’ma about to explode
unload, and then i switch in the f-ck mode
a n-gga bag a scope hiding in my shoe
because a spark of mad-izm, you know how i do
my head be spinning, swaying, side to side
and just like the bright i’m feeling funk to fight
so drink with me as i roam to your vicinity
we’re so strong i forget my own identity
feel like a kid puffin’ and it keeps me lent it
i reach a new high everytime i get split it
i watch my back everywhere i be walking, gee
paranoid ’cuz the police be cloaking me
so don’t get close cuz i’m claustrophobic
the weeds got me running in place like cube-rubics
i hear voices they’re speaking in tongues
now i shut my eyes and smoke feels my love
yo! n-ggas can’t hang with the rhymes i can see
they scream and grief
i laugh as they bleed
i plan to see, for the evil that will come
i’m the wicked one keeping n-ggas on the run
so bring your bad focus and you still couldn’t see it
representing hip hop, ever since i was a fetus
appear, for the mess, of an ally, for the shadows
heads be crying up all bodies as i get to battles
victory is mine one more time free my whine
torturing evil grinders i commit another crime
innocent by-standers getting caught up in the rapture
they don’t understand my style’s impossible to catch up
so witness, the signals, the pain, the monstrosity
i flow like butch cassidy, no need for animosity
so don’t slip as i keep with my ill-tight mentality
fatality, reality, there’s no immortality

if i come from the deep down, you just fall asleep
can’t count on two hands or the soul that i reap
creep, through your minds so try your fears
k!ll all your dreams, causing mad fears
psychopathic k!ller instinct, yes i’m on the proud
i live in foul, so throw in the white towel
now i’m sending chills through your spine
your life’s running out just like to send it out
‘cuz my mind be staying with the evil top causing
six-six six-six and upside down clauses
breaking skulls with the voice of a hammer
the wrapped appear is mine when i speak my k!lling dammert
all are dead, the toll and the all time high
like biggie smalls who’s already to die

- main ingredient pr

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