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letra de flow - mistah crisp

mistah crisp

[verse 1]
feeling like comatose
rip a toke straight west coast
ain’t much to boast
but fool you a joke
smoke ye to a stroke
dab make you straight choke
yuh i’m on an elope
straight to the brain on dope
b-tch i been walking the tightrope
write up some lyrical poems
pop acid then chill out with some tums
f-ck partying with these other d-mn bums
shuck your cornrow head -ss
with knuckles all br-ss
tryna smoke on my gr-ss
show your d-mn cl-ss before you end up on your -ss

[verse 2]
sick of the po po
just let me grow dough
leave it on the low
but y’all sh-t i could forgo
so…
i could leave others to your cocoa and bordeaux
it’s growing or showing to the wack -ss flowing
or it’s knowing what i’m cooking with a row and throwing
lifestyle on fro you don’t know what i’m sewing
bring it overtime on the climb cause i’m in my prime
precision dive like a cobra
i take this sh-t going in raw
go in head first with only one d-mn claw
went from rags to riches
from bags to b-tches
leave the nags to the ditches
kick that overdrive with ambition
say i got precision vision when i make an incision
creating energy like some motherf-cking fission
got that drip off me
don’t got the grip on me
say you a real homie
but you’d cook me with a tommy

[bridge]
you didn’t even know when i hit the flow
you don’t even know where i’m finna go
what
say what
say what
you don’t even know where i’m finna go

[verse 3]
throwing off the dust cause i made it past the cusp
flipping beats just for the combust
spinning round like some shot put
flame up on my mind not some burnt out soot
i’m gonna run down this game barefoot
skipping i been whipping
double dipping
leave your b-tch dripping
never slipping
just shipping
ripping out hearts in the street
but sh-t for me i won’t call it a feat
i know these plays like ain’t no cheat
cause i’m up f-cking ablaze
eyes looking a glaze but i got a locked on gaze
could flow anywhere from months to days
but i don’t want a bit of praise

[verse 4]
they say where’s the show
but you know i’m on a glow
you wanted a closer
but i’ll smash your head with a bulldozer
call me a poser but i’ll show you a real f-cking composer
cause you hear that b-ss shaking you like you need a brace
needed a taste but i only got dealt a double d-mn ace
hand a crisp fifty to grab something to make me not feel flimsy
in the crib dizzy
in the cup got some fizzy
hair a little out frizzy
who you talking to i’m busy
out rolling some icky that sticky
smoke to feel breezy and chilly
or bars burning you like some double down d-mn chili
really
i’m just gonna f-ck me up another k!lly
make skrt a hit just to cruise off in a bentley
let the rest of the rap game down gently

[outro]
making it in
either fame or the loony bin
but with a grin
i’ll pin a win straight to my skin
one sin sipping out tin
til that la fin
ya nothing akin

- mistah crisp

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