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letra de gimme a beat (sucka n*gga) - nate nics

[verse 1]
yo, i spit the sickest sh-t, call that addiction dripping from the lips
while you’re gone your chick is splitting on the illest d-ck
i’m just busy spitting, sh-tting on the newest hit
too legit, shouting f-ck hip hop it’s time to quit
all these n-ggas yelling at me, “why you do it nics?”
understand i had to k!ll the game before it’s time to rip
and i’m not playing, dog, these songs are just a f-cking skit
i’m right where i belong and you were wrong, so i ain’t taking sh-t
hypocrite
n-ggas hear my name and be like, “who is this?”
it’s ludicrous, bridges burned, medal earned fire spit
over it. this the dream that no one ever helped me get
tires slit in the parking lot where all my time is spent
i’mma change the flow up for a minute
i’m giving you back your free will so quiet till i’m finished
yo, the flow so cold i hope you know it’s knowledge that i’m spitting
it’s boats ‘n’ hoes not hopes and woes desire comes with penance
the menace. i’m cleaning up your rap career; your dentist
there’s too much plaque in here, it’s time to fear, it’s 9/11
the hunger games are not the same for urban adolescents
cause every block is filled with rocks and shots from mac 11s
in heaven i wonder if there’s gonna be a place for me
mr. mercenary hopes that there’s a f-cking vacancy
hopefully i’m there to stare my life away and blatantly
just make believe that there was someone special who had faith in me
i’m faithfully ending all the wack careers that i can see
us against the world; hip-hop against the industry
and mentally i’m f-cking awesome so i guess i’m meant to be
a great emcee with h-lla f-cking bars, yo, gimme a beat

-break-

[verse 2]
nate nics, nate nics, nate nics
forget all the critics and hear the bars i spit
i rhyme sublime “hammer time” you can’t touch this
and if you’re talking sh-t i engage k!llswitch
real twist. cleaning up the game, will smith (wooooo)
you wanted mastermind, well now you got ’em, real gift (ha ha!)
i’m st-tching up these n-ggas quick i taylor swift
ray lewis with the lyrics; my rhymes hit stick
trill flip. changing up the plot, shyamalan
my flow can right your wrongs, new era when i’m writing songs
p-ssive with the bong; no hit my mind’s already gone
through the fire throng. can’t dunk but all my jams are strong
on the low nics got the hardest flows
a known lyricist, cynical when i spit at foes
so just keep jeering, my lyrics are filled with common woes
never-ending rhyming dictionary mixed with yellow snow
so you know, i ain’t stoppin’ sh-t until i run the show
stop and go. citric acid lyrics; f-ck a vegetable
you’re moving slow. i wrap up your rap careers so grab a bow
talent bo jackson when i’m on the mic; tackle broke
not a joke. these n-ggas really need to learn some manners, man
and i’m the manager, but i need some anger management
i’m doing all i can, but i seem to have some talent when
the mic is in my hand. f-ck a hood i do it for the fam
yes, i am nate nics the savage. a beast
i’m sorry but i can’t ever be average, unique
to be or not to be a f-cking maverick unleashed
i’m changing up the game and all i had was a beat
real neat

- nate nics

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