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letra de no hooks - max clique

[verse 1: great scott!]
see these wise guys move like jekyll and mr. hyde
ride by in that fly sh-t, suckas wanna die
realize they on my d-ck, never can disguise
who they truly are, good attempt but no cigar
they sip, said we way too far from delusional rap stars
living they life stuck in a gl-ss jar
a whole lotta swag and a bundle of whack bars
tats on they bodies and they all in the same cars
i swear, no one on the corner like bright light, ours
got the double r jackets with the bullet proof scars
used to claim alien but it was cold on mars
so we dipped back home, “what’s going on?” like the guards
sonars couldn’t track us, whipping through the stars
made a left, try the bar, smack the atmosphere hard
match the pedal to the floor, my speedometer on million
atmosphere burning, peel the paint up off my ceiling
by lunchtime we was back, cooling in my building
kicking it with ninjas, just blending like chameleons

[verse 2: henry mccoy]
i never held the steel, never ran, never will
but if you disrespect you’ll catch a hand in your grill
its quant-ty for sk!ll, they landing major deals
and make the same hood record, but i ask, “is it real?”
they silver spoon fed while we bled and shed tears
driving for great or good for the future of our kids
she claiming she the wife, i’m wondering if she is
sleeping with his man cause he handle more bus-
working solo, sleep at night, meditation, eating right
planned future seizing like i send a message through the mic
need these private kids just to feel my pain
feeling cold, searching for some help when it starts to rain
you’ll see soon, we heal wounds, at least that we consume
but now clear a path as we step into the room
it’s the mighty maxclique, coming live from the dungeon
let these peasants breathe, i think they know that we comin’

sportsman

- max clique

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