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letra de mask off freestye - mr.butt man

[verse 1]
finally got a piece of the profit
wine and cheese in the seat by the c-ckpit
i ain’t mean for your b—- to be watching
eyeing me, she kept eyeing me
everyday we just making deep profits
money long, i’m gonna need some deep pockets
hands are to the ceiling when i’m in the building
how you make a living? hmm
lately never chillin’, mind is on a million
things i gotta do
ladies want me, when there no time for chillin’
no time for you
i’ve been on a different type of time
i never liked to rest, a different type of grind
i’m on south beach like tony montan
feelin’ like the whole world is mine and i
sit back, let your mind run
no man knows when his time gone come
every action think about the outcome
cause i never outrun no bullet from a gun
don’t ask malcolm, ask how come?
ask any real n-gg- really ’bout some
when you in the field, n-gg- don’t play dumb
better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview
know a couple n-gg-s in the ville who will k!ll you
run up in your hands in the wheel and air you out
never give a f-ck, never hear you out
news clip poppin’ up about you whereabouts
you don’t really want the war so don’t go there
got my middle fingers up in my underwear
when i’m f-cking the world on some g sh-t
with the waviest flow, make you seasick
hope you can swim in the rhythm i’m delivering
she drown, i’m telling her to get a friend
white girls and they love me for my melanin
kiss me all over my brown skin
i got the soul of a black king
it takes control when i’m rapping
let the b-tch unload like a mac 10
drrtt drtt that’s all that happened

[hook]
blast off x4
lift off x9

[verse 2]
hol up!
these rap n-gg-s be acting up
talk mad sh-t, can’t back it up
don’t let me catch you lackin’
i pack you inside the maxima
mark them days on the calendar
don’t you dare, i just challenged ya
sonics’ hedge hodgin
got heads boppin way out in africa
radios be lacking though
you can’t front on talents so
imma k!ll like every show and any foe and any flow
no flex when i begin to zone
know to watch when i come on
i check-in in the microphone
collect this check then i’m heading home
but it ain’t always been like this
remember when we was broke as sh-t
saving l’s till next week
my ashtrays got a roach in it
i hit it until my finger tips, get burnt at the filter tip
before i learn to take a risk i ain’t even had a pot to p-ss in
listen, i’m twisting the system
the mission, the recognition
i see the future clearly
my premonitions is scary
pray that they bury me where my soul has been heavenly
sent for the fathers and martyrs of this art that we formin’
we call it hip hop
n-gg-, guess you must’ve forgot

- mr butt man

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