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letra de we all in - outerspace

[verse 1: crypt the warchild]
two-one-fifth, burners up, k!lladale murderers
we ain’t never heard of ya, but ya’ll n-ggas heard of us
off the hook merciless, got ‘em shook, got ‘em nervous
operation lockdown, got these rooks out of service
top shelf, sippin’ steady, soul sn-tcher, hit ‘em heavy
toe-tag, this sh-t is deadly, they ain’t proper with my feddy
louisville slugger, swinger, razor edge, cut a n-gga
bottomfeeders under rivers, never comin’ up again, uh
never eatin’, barely breathin’, never close, keep ‘em reachin’
out of sight, out of mind, i don’t even think i see ‘em
same game, different lane, always gotta keep switchin’
rad racer 3d, always f-ckin’ with your vision
worry ‘bout what he do, what he did, what he didn’t
f-ck your life, i keep it thorough
p-ssies need to mind they business
work hard, hustle harder, i’mma always go and get it
beast rhymes and life flow and lyrics i am so committed [?]

[verse 2: rah digga]
super b-tch swoop down, black cape, black boots
bust through the red tape, ponytail, tracksuit
doin’ what i do best, new heads, clueless
wanna test the waters, now they whole shoe wet
now they whole crew wet, make ‘em all two step
slide to the left, watch ‘em shuffle like cuped
uh! your army is no match for mine
we masters of the universe, i’m the mastermind
voltron, i’m headin’ em, wild beasts i’m pettin’ ‘em
(walsh) through your towns with pharaohs and veterans
dark side breadin’ ‘em, hollywood like kevin em [?]
lyricist lounge then stroll down to letterman [?]
you say you in the buildin’ but we levelin’
they lookin’ like oh sh-t, who let the devil in?
who got minutes on they soul, we need a reverend
ain’t even get to see they kids so we bury them
[chorus: ?]
the warning, the warning
proceed with caution
the warning, the warning
the warning
we all in

[verse 3: blacastan]
vividly my pen paint pictures of the struggle
born out the belly of the beast in the jungle
last year i broke grounds movin’ in cashmere
my man-son is your man, got bagged for eight years [?]
‘round here, n-ggas don’t brown-bag they beards
og’s got gray hairs, but they still be out there
acceptin’ street life as their permanent careers
and of course – there’s a lack of respect for the force
the game is you gotta get paid by any cost
the bodega gospel, coke in his nostril
foul like apostle, be damagin’ glocks [?]
i’m that, physical form of raw rap
these rich n-ggas broke now, they fortunes got broke down
keep a ch-nk on me just in case i gotta poke ground [?]
chamber a round, there’s no time for jokes, clown
only allah can judge me, f-ck joe brown

[verse 4: planetary]
same as it ever was, back like we left somethin’
blood on them louie-v apr-n’s when i chef somethin’
cookin’ with that (cooker tuck) beast n-ggas, look ‘em up
leave the game shookin’ up, tell your hooker hook it up
promoter n-ggas put us up the highest of them high rises
take your team under, like tombstone pile-drivers
use your own style, obviously i’m a (pharamah) [?]
i’mma beat the child out’ya, till the bars out of vodka
till the game out of (stock) and yeah dawg, i’m out of pocket
let me show you how to lock it, lock, load, aim, c-ck it
live with this insane logic, yeah, that i’m gods prophet
but i take god if it profits, man my brain toxic
i can get the game poppin’ while i get the bottles poppin’
all i do is dumb shots, f-ck ice, not a option
had to call (ride or rock) i’m (dop black) the block is shot
dump it off like john stockin’ (?) – argh, i’m a f-ckin’ goblin
[chorus/outro: ?]
the warning, the warning
proceed with caution
the warning, the warning
the warning
we all in

- outerspace

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