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letra de rap rushmore - n.o.r.e.

[intro]
we on top of the world
on top of the game

[verse 1: nature]
yo, yo
i turn it up like the stove on
in miami marvin’ out with whole bomb
i got fiends that been waiting for a whole month
n-ggas still tryna sell them what they don’t want
i run around higher than the age rate
big 9s on my side never aim straight
100 grams but it’s looking more like 6
5 rounds with the champion the fight’s fixed
4 eps dropping in the same year
3 clubs a night, henny in the same year
2 hoes a town when we on a world tour
everyday been the same since ‘04
money, money, money, money, money, money, credit
getting too much of it now we burn it up or shred it
spend it in the strip club or may then we bet it
top of the game now i wonder where we headed

[verse 2: n.o.r.e]
this is new york, guerilla rhymes
stop signs, k!ller crimes
old n-ggas reminisce, dream bout the benefits
talk about they day when they was doin they sh-t
hand to hand fights all day we just spray sh-t
nowadays they do a crime on vine
record they own self, evidence for one-time
the reason you got caught with your work
because you was on instagram with the same d-mn shirt
i don’t like n-ggas checking ma phone
i got d-ck pics that i send to d-ck chicks
chicks drink c-m like a mystic
exquisite
i ain’t going trip sh-t
i just rip sh-t
stripper bowl, tip sh-t
i used to have a chick named monica
all she wanted do is run drills with veronica
always had something in her mouth, thermometer
f-ck it, a 100 miles per hour

[verse 3: capone]
i been one to have these new n-ggas under my left arm
flow game weak like they b-lls is stepped on
duffle gang n-ggas get hogtied
paper never p-ssing me by like the far side
you can either get a soft 9 or a hard 5
play your cards right you be like diamond, those large piles
ball for ball, i’m a prison dawg you a halfway house
pump with the smoking n-gga pull an ashtray out
since 96 been a bull in the game like hinrich
they fighting in the lab im in the streets with 9 bricks
still puttin in work all i need is a hard hat
i’m flying in a new g5 on the tarmac
every time you see me in the street know i’m walking with the heat
i ain’t talking lebrons on my feet
f-cking with made men, there’s dons on the beat
give me whatever promise and be gone in a week

[verse 4: cormega]
i’m rising up the in line
with rhyming but
lining up the father of rhyme
punk if you try to front
i give em some bullsh-t
i’m talking the years michael one
numbers don’t lie it’s clear i’m not the one
peep the structure i’m built different i bought a house
so field n-ggas can chill in it
my realism is rare
if you don’t feel me deal with it
i’m so focused on winning i don’t know what failure is
not acceptable i acknowledge the big picture
my arts impeccable even my arms immeasurable
dope schemes, short range, ply for revenue
dollars reign supreme don’t bow to inept-tude
i’m a very lyrical unique individual
livin’ free ever since i cut the beat’s umbilical
visual, but n-ggas can’t see me
i’ve been the truth, no lie
k!llin cause i’m playing by different rules

[outro]
yo nore should i hold back cause
some of these suckas in the crowd wanna hear
we got gas to get that strip, moving a fast lip
before rap my name was ringing in the projects
[repeat]

- n o r e

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