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letra de military - mic righteous

–answerphone message– (from logical)

[verse 1: mic righteous]
(yo! turn me up, check it! yo!)
(aw sh-t! what!? what!? what! check!)
ay yo, i’m straight out the gutter
don’t ask me sh-t, just p-ss the spliff
another casket drops, another father sobs
that’s even if you knew it son, most fathers flop
look at us, we some b-st-rds. blasting outside the barber shop
‘cause one pr-ck’s thinking that he can’t be got
he got half his jaw blown off – left on the floor, oh god
those children saw the whole lot now they gon’ have to grow up
knowing not to show love is how you’ll be his gopher
straight from the gutter, two b-tches on my b-n-r
drinking ‘til we’re sober, not thinking ‘bout the over
listening to chronic and i’m thinking i’m a soldier
this thing rap is in my soul and hip-hop is my culture
that’s probably why i’m anti-social, anti-cultural, anti-establishment
amityville antique family – broken – woke up in tragedy
can’t make out what’s happening, no one’s really happy here
so i broke rules, never did no homework
i didn’t even go school, i bunked off, sorry officer i’m no fool
i’m n0ble, you just got no b-lls, still i stand on my own two
but local, oh shoot. you can’t catch me in your boat shoes
who you p-ssies try’n’a impress? it’s why i’m stressing
let me express it, yeah it will only take a second
you’re dressing like you stepped off the set
at ‘the only way is ess-x’ – if you find it offensive
it just means it applies to you and you are on the defensive
so jump off your fence and stop cross-dressing
you have not got weapons, this ain’t ‘lock, stock’ bredrin
so jog on derek take the sh-t that i’m digesting
am i too dumb to realise my sh-tty life has ended?
i swear my b-lls are only getting bigger by the second
life’s a b-tch, she can literally sit on my erection

[bridge]
so, you’re the one who thinks that he is worthy of a place in the military (yaah)
well, i’m here to show you that you’re not
we must fight! only the best can join the military

[verse 2: mic righteous]
well these are straight bars, play hard, am i another fake? nah
two guns tattooed to my waist i blow up wasters
it’s ‘do what they can’t.’ ay-star, hey star
you can never take ours when beef, sweet! i break arms
you f-gs are like… “wait ‘til i see him on his j’s’ what?
ten man deep, we are all in the same yard
swear you seen me on the street like ‘cool brother, safe dawg’
must have been doing all you could to try and stay calm
that was a part, in eight bars, ain’t at the top yet but i ain’t far
waste man, drop dead, i’m’ma take charge
sick of patronising pr-cks with their chains laughing in our face
yeah you might be balling but you’ll always be a fake dawg
and you filled your days topless trying to sing and dance
then these man do legs when we’re bringing arms
i turn rap into art, burn tracks with the bars
these man have got the game f-cked up like my past
i’m hard cos you stuck a f-cking fork in my brother’s head
thought, ‘is my brother dead?’ i was just a young’un then
probably why i’m such a nutter now, chewing like trees i cut ‘em down
f-ck a fed (come again) blood i said f-ck a fed
raid a brother’s house must be clowns ‘cos we’re laughing
you dumb f-cks, the drugs were in the garden
buried where the plant is, got the answers to the questions that every man’s asking
tell me who’s the hardest barring, i’ll sh-t on the market
that’s a rap fam, i mash yats in the back of black cabs
my name ain’t ja rule but i clap back
wondering how you head top, you’re nothing but a skag rat
i’ll take you p like the tax man (ha ha)
take your cash and split, i’ll damon dash you in the river
(have that) sick of camp rap, f-gs wearing skinny jeans and man-bags
you’re managers are turning you g-y
g-ssed, seen you, i light a match and watch you burst into flames
turn up the b-ss, let me murder the rave
i spit anthrax, they fearing us, leave p-ssies bleeding, period
you’re gon’ need a tampax. i’m bad man serious, that’s that realism
swagger on point , no peer in here, boy try mirror this
look in boy’s eyes, i can see the fear in ‘em
i’m the ones he’s fearing here, stepping up a gear or six
not only did i clearly win i lapped man
stopped for a nap, met lambs, had a beer with him

- mic righteous

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