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letra de the boiling point - outerspace

[verse 1]
yo we hot like the grip of a gat
we pop (cl!ckity clack)
in fact we hot – rotisserie rap
leave you higher than that ritalin crack dope
the wiggle the smack the coke
this sh-t you have to smoke
we the newest epidemic in rap
them n-ggas setting a trap
on any motherf-cker pledges a rat
on edge when i rap
that’s why i’m standing on the ledge with the mac
ready to blow my f-ckin head off my back
but my mama taught me better than that
shе said “get cheddar to stack”
plus ? motherf-ckеrs ain’t meant to collapse
pops said “no man can make you drop dead”
it take a nation of millions just to break through the ceilings
sometimes i hate what i’m feeling
labels making a k!lling
make a n-gga get stressed
and wanna break and rebuild it
but i ain’t taliban or bin laden
i’m a n-gga from the hood on the grind and i’m still surviving

[chorus x2]
hot like the grip of a pump
in one hop skippin’ the jump
we make your body fit in the trunk
on fire tonight
yall retire tonight
cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life

[verse 2]
we the type to k!ll and ? skippin’ the jump punk
guaranteed to ? you a critic you want love
every time i sleep i send my spirit to hunt chumps
eat em up when i wake believe it they want none
f-ck your train of thought i derail your mission
you ain’t a real mc you a failed musician
i watch your whole sh-t crumble you a frail addition
a stale ass crumb who’s afraid of spitting
not me imma shine every chance i get
plot me if you time you can dance with death
i’m c-cky that’s right i can hand you lefts
rocky times 5 you will pose no threat
shot these body bags for those who slept
snot bleeds head raps for those who crept
lowkey outersp-ce yeah we close connect
we blow trees sip ‘gnac n-gga toast to that
[chorus x2]
hot like the grip of a pump
in one hop skippin’ the jump
we make your body fit in the trunk
on fire tonight
yall retire tonight
cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life

[verse 3]
yall n-ggas talkin about heaters that you ain’t pop
screamin that you outlaw n-gga you ain’t pot
always talkin bout whips that you ain’t drop
always talkin bout bricks that you ain’t cop
and i dont know what what my sp-ce cut got you gassed up
tellin’ you you tougher than leather and can’t get smashed up
think it’s a joke? go head and get your laughs up
you a puppy amongst wolves see what the pack does
who the f-ck made you hot
who the f-ck told you n-ggas you got sk!lls they should be shot
i’m a beast in the belly of pirelli’s and powder
get it poppin like nelly with the dessy in they trousers
uh
with a powerful punch then
straight vodka shots you put tropical punch in
dungeons get packed, then run for your gat
i’m number one with a bullet i don’t care if you strapped n-gga
[chorus x2]
hot like the grip of a pump
in one hop skippin’ the jump
we make your body fit in the trunk
on fire tonight
yall retire tonight
cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life

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