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letra de stop the press - opio

chorus :
hold your breath, stop the press, i got finesse

your whole team is a crowd of charlatans
a sad commentary on the hearts of men
we barked once then we bargin’ in
make or lay mothaf-cka cuz we sharks with fins
one drop of blood in the millions gallons of water
i’m on to galvanise your slaughter
appear out of nowhere like how’s your daughter
laughing h-lla fiendishly…your hardest rocker
commin from the sideline commentary
tom and jerry pop cherries, but i ride freaks
girls who like to shrub me at the royal reefs suites
and more of these beats can ensure that we eat
they flounderin, lobster and shrimps
snakes will surround you, you gotta be swift
indiana jones and the temple of doom
my thoughts are al capone, how your enemies loom
uh it’s psychological combat
with that empire infallible with life that’s beyond rap
i come from an era where your mic can get charged at
from rappin on stage and you look like a mall rat (hehe)
silent bob see, a violent mob
at the house party trippin when the mic is on
pencil neck geeks and pipsqueaks is mince meat
hacky sack and frisbee, now you wanna mc ? –what ?
you ain’t halfway creative
a sideshow oddity the math i relate
keep your mind growing constantly, smile for the cameras
you never get a show where they wild with the hammers
hear it into your soul like a rays of a gamma, with stamina
see it into your eyes you’s a cancerous tumour
a sideway shooter and a rumour mill
ganks getting over but i’m sure to hold a mil ?

chorus

me i’m not about all the rubys and emeralds
and “alibaba-alakazam”, i keep it simple
you come thru the east side of oakland
showin these diamonds glowin
see your neck might get broken, i told em
that’s not a threat it’s a bet, i keep it low key
in the jungle they know me as mowgli
raised with the wolves but i only go so deep
back in junior high my homies used to hold heat
and get that money sayin “op” got cold feet
f-ckin with that herb and rock, duckin police
i gave em multiple reasons, i’m close to my freedom
and don’t wanna be em, when cold and not breathin
i roll with the heathens
most of us roach, so we focused on greenbacks
and hope to achieve that…
american dream
pirouettin ‘ vets and harrows thats clean ?
it’s the pharaoh black king

chorus
[scratches]

- opio

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