letra de wdfwo (we don't fuck with opps) - naveisdead (e. jacobs)
[verse 1]
f-ck the game and everybody that’s in it
f-ck the gimmicks, the critics and all the cynics
feelin’ like ridd-ck in this b-tch when i be rippin’ tracks
it’s a fact that i’ve been spittin’ sick since sippin’ similac
y’all been a whack attribute to this music
abusing it for your ego
y’all ‘re opportunists confused thinking that views equate to sk!ll
take a pill, i’m morpheus without the shades
hover above it like scorpius in outer sp-ce
spittin’ fire just like scorpions fatality
battle me, defy the laws of gravity to splatter your anatomy
i’ve been dead inside so practically i’m cadaver meat
the rap dracula, serve you up beef up on a spatula
feels like i’d probably capture your flag, and run it back and leave you p-ssing through a catheter with missing t–th and a fractured scapula
back in the captains seat, enemies get curved just like parabola
[hook]
it’s been a long time coming, man
we won’t f-ckin’ stop (no!)
better beware if you don’t f-ck with us that
we don’t f-ck with opps (no!) 2x
[verse 2]
malcolm told me “pipe the f-ck down with all that weak cr-p, write a couple bars”, i wrote, he read, and then said “keep dat. delete that.”
i’m sick of playin’ games, f-ck livin’ by the d-pad
my mind’s been getting hazy, man i probably need to relax
through my optical, there’s no obstacle, my flow go colder than old popsicles
there’s no possible way to halt the momentum, we out to go get ’em
without a doubt we bout to blow, dead ’em
like al capone’s legend, feeling like a f-ckin’ don
i’ll leave your knees weak, screaming out to the f-cking gods
necronomicon is what i read before i drift to sleep
staying on my guard and taking shots just like i’m pistol pete
i never miss a beat, i’m staying cryptic with mystery
encrypt my scripture with liquor before their dipped in bleach
this is me, been grinding so much that i left my hands blistery
i pity you, get rid of you like mr. t
history repeats itself, ‘ya need to learn to listen, g
[hook]
it’s been a long time coming, man
we won’t f-ckin’ stop (no!)
better beware if you don’t f-ck with us that
we don’t f-ck with opps (no!) 2x
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