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letra de bassline - nick wiz

nick wiz ft. nautilus – “bassline”
[emcee(s): mad and kaos]
[producer(s): mad]
[co-producer: nick wiz]

[verse 1: mad]
you can’t f-ck with this sh-t
kick a script, flipping cl-t, ripping, devastating
record-breaking 40-swigger that’s dusting off corny n-ggas
on competition i’m stomping, p-ssing prompt and swift
and freaking verbals like carl lewis be leaping hurdles
squashing any discussion of ripping me. send a sucker
to get with me, he’ll leave with muscular dystrophy
sober or drunk, i’m flowing a funk that’s blowing your trunk
converting a monk and making white men jump
putting rappers in agony, never souped from the flattery
though my sk!lls defy the forces of gravity
i storm the gates, drop bombs on the fakes ‘til morning breaks
when i’m not ripping n-ggas, i’m chilling with norman bates
the rеcord for keeping parties jumping? i hold it. it’s something you’re quoting?
it’s pumping and potеnt? make the assumption i wrote it
never sweating techniques. hit the deck when i creep
your rhymes are disrespect to a beat—hope you kept the receipt
better have stamina, or i’ma sweep you like a janitor
blowing ya to canada, don’t give a d-mn if ya
come with a taskforce, squad, or militia
hard i’ma hit ya, then tell god come and get ya
give me a beat, and i’m running through it—even when the drums
are muted. come pursue it? i’ll still remain undisputed
motherf-ckers try to slander, but, from the apollo
to the copacabana, mad ain’t no joke with the grammar
the mind-blowing, rhyme-flowing, earth-shattering
word-scattering hits are f-cking up their nervous system
the brain rips apart, it hits the heart. when flows
get graphic, dispose the b-st-rd and close the casket
[verse 2: kaos]
going for broke or for batter
now what’s the chatter? now kaos gotta rush and scatter
thrusting dagger, bust and shatter whoever discuss the matter
the factal-flipper, not a green-bay-packer-picker
the questional-chapter-chipper, professional rapper-ripper
it ain’t nothing like the venom vocabulary
we spin in an adversary, dig in ‘em and shatter every
structure to puncture the penetrator, but i’ll be the levitator
renegader remaining forever flavor
so spare the drums on the drastic calamity when
grass-fed insanity, the sarcastic profanity be vanity
no slump, there’ll be nothing but bold stunts
closing up gold fronts, f-cking up whole months
i got no love for ya, the rest’ll be bugging ya, gives
a f-ck about none of ya, put a slug in your jugular
when i attack, i take, there’s no way to snap or shake
i captivate, decapitate, evacuate, and aggravate
any flunky who feeling lucky. now i gotta
mash ‘em and burn ‘em like jamal from kentucky
there’s no slipping, snoozing when i get the mission, cruising
even with no distribution, kaos is an institution
is it your place to assume that i bring
bass to the boom and drink a case on the moon

- nick wiz

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