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letra de top of the 9th (feat. blctxt contxt) - monday/friday

[verse 1]
i’m from that city of change
where there’s plenty to gain
and people come from all around just to get in the game
you could roll snake eyes
soon as they lift the plane
like sam jackson, dodging all the venomous fangs
to sit from the swell, are we living in h-ll?
the way the cops be using hammers
we resembling nails
they got, tons for the trade
rules of the gage
we hope the father gave wings to those throne from slave ships
born from slipknots, i pray i do not slip
traders outside, stab backs, [?]
like, a disc-jock payed under the techniques
to rock real hip-hop on a hot list
[?]
i shot the sheriff and the deputy
i hold the key, call me clef like a refugee
the reason she quote what he wrote
is ’cause he keep it c note
style is well groomed
but never did i elope
that’s why i’m unbridle
still got a honeymoon
but i never lay with witches that be jumpin’ off of brooms
that’s of mess-coda, i think that spells doom
already pulled yo card, it said “get well soon”
i don’t how she get past, i’m making chess moves
the artist formally known as dex in tex too
respect too

[hook]
aww my lawd
they don’t quite make ’em like this anymore
1, 2, 3 to the 4
head when you see the walking dead at your door
i know you want in, but i can’t let ya in
odds slimmer than barbie, some zombies are eatin’ ken
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout toys
these boys became men
top of the 9th inning
the beginning of the end

[verse 2 – blctxt contxt]
it’s the, top of the 9th from the home of the braves
working cl-ss music and we ain’t no slaves
comin’ in from the cold
just like the bushman say
shinin’ down on you hoes with the light god gave
we lay real spiels, smokin’ keel, bill in the back
slammin’ doors
bumpin’ eddy cole tracks
it’s facts, it’s science
n-ggas know my alliance
don’t give a single solitary f-ck about compliance
to a trend, here’s the beginning to your end
when we the start the revolution
all you b-tches gonna squeal
truest revolution cause the picture painted trill
shawty gotta put a [?]
right to home base
boot in my hand
celebrating with ya means and molly my man
fans rush from the stands
’cause we hit a home-run
east point’s greatest hit
southside’s favorite son
i’m out n-gga

[verse 3]
no camoflauge, body guards, entourage
but if ever you want a trip
i send you bon voyage
i confess, i’m often choosing life or death
maybe one day i’ll run this juju and i can’t be psycho less
exercise a demon when i be entoxicated
they’re like p90x
the crowd be doin’ plyometric reps
some n-gga’s steppin’ fetch
i be on runnin’ shootin’
like steward ave. where we used to practice hoops
make ’em jump around like pain in the house
the way we put it down
they wonder how we came from the south
you know that stereotype
of what my area’s like
but they should pallbearers, how we carry it out
then burry the mic’s
f-ck nice, i’m very polite
like “after you” “how do you do” and “have a goodnight”
i’m on [?], i show you what that cannon be like
don’t flash a plasma before my eyes
like a camera light, aight

[hook] 2x
aww my lawd
they don’t quite make ’em like this anymore
1, 2, 3 to the 4
head when you see the walking dead at your door
i know you want in, but i can’t let ya in
odds slimmer than barbie, some zombies are eatin’ ken
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout toys
these boys became men
top of the 9th inning
the beginning of the end

- mondayfriday

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