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letra de now or never - mesus

[intro]
b-tch, what’s ya’ point?
i get bit, like i’m coin
i get chips, like a-hoy
tell a hater, eat a d-ck, attaboy
miss me with the noise

[verse 1]
it’s now or never, i would bet a thousand of the hottest, bill cosby sweaters
you ain’t got a shred of evidence, convincing anybody yo’ style’s better
i don’t spit bars, i lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, b-tch
think yo’ sh-t hard, ’til ya get scarred, thinkin’ you was cool, ding-ding, b-tch
let’s lace ’em up, i’ll ace ’em up, ’til ya’ face f-cked, like ya’ lady’s, huh
i don’t even mean that your lady’s ugly, i’m sayin’, boy, about the way she sucked

[verse 2]
oh, d-mn, that’s a low shot, my flow’s grams, that’s pro shot
my program’s gеt more guap, my name’s only gettin’ morе hot
is it mee-sus, or may-zeus? ’til, he dissed cannon, no one f-ckin’ knew him
so, he went and named his album, “f-ck you” and, “f-ck you two,” is comin’, soon

[verse 3]
d-mnit, i just let the cat out the bag, and i’m packin’ a mac in the back of the act
and, i’m sad, ’cause i know about half of these rappers don’t know who big pun is, what happened to rap?
what happened to back? back, as to back in the day when you work, you ain’t gettin’ no traction
so, i’m bringin’ it back to when talent was actually what mattered, instead of the platform you have
[verse 4]
yeh-yeah, i on’t f-ck around, yeh-yeah, i on’t f-ck with clowns
yeh-yeah! f-ck around, find out it’s sink or swim, when you f-ckin’ drown
turn down, nope, i ain’t able, unless you’re talkin’ about turnin’ down labels
’bout, to turn over these turntables, like jesus did in that there bible

[verse 5]
bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what i sound like
aye, judgin’ books by covers, half a second sound bites
aye, he didn’t no colors made noises, he don’t sound white
aye, i swear that’s what most y’alls sound like
g-y!

[verse 6]
they say, i can’t say that, i tell ’em, “yes i can”
i tell ’em, “f-ck it, cross the line,” mexican!
but, you won’t catch me, how much you gon’ bet me?
i k!ll what you write, even if i write lefty
like, lefty said in, donnie brasco, “forget about it”
you fugazi, won’t do sh-t about it

[verse 7]
you walk in alive, but you comin’ out dead
but, you run up on me, i’ma cut off your legs
put these words on my life, every word that i said
’cause, i spit every verse, like a gun in my hand

- mesus

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