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letra de contra - precyce politix

[verse 1]
ay yo yo, y’all n-ggas know the fine
pay it with your life or violate it when i blow the nine
never worry ‘bout the competition when the flow divine
pure dope in lines, so sniff a mind and break your nose design
back when [?] used to have me stunting i would hold the [?]
little brother’s shift before night, my shooters hold the line
teach you how to think outside the box after i’m loading mine
aim it at your temple, ch-chik, bow! keep an open mind
praise gawd for everything he touches turns to murder
insidious in nature, push a family to the further
and never leave a witness, bystander or observer
there can be only one, i’m highlander with the burners
swear to me, let me burn ya, keep your mouth shut and listen clear
never have to go back to the whip, keep the pistol clear
if the beef is real then settle up, refuse to live in fear
do a n-gga filthy, wash him up and make him disappear
[hook]
preach, human, i’m just gettin’ started with the massacre
shoot it nice enough to be contra with only three lives
the game like it’s meant to be played
no up but—
what down downs, up but—
what down downs, surround sound
breathe, human, i’m just gettin’ started with the massacre
shoot it nice enough to be contra with only three lives
the game like it’s meant to be played
no up but—
what down downs, up but—
what down downs, surround sound

[verse 2]
gunpowder resi’ on the pages of my life story
sh-ll cases by the knees of my disciples prayin’ for me
they sing the gospel when it’s hostile while they sprayin’ for me
different levels, different devils, demons layin’ for me
keep me on my toes, i walk on water, it’s nothin’ new
bullet penetration turn you p-ssy when they f-cking you
screamin’ for your lord and savior, end that with a slug or two
any human reppin’ for the other side is supper too
swear to me the hustle turn protagonists to villains, when the hunger takes him over like a cancer
i make a livin’ serving death to every local bobby brown and jo jo dancer
do i give a f-ck? part of my back, there’s your answer
long as my son is eatin’ good, then y’all don’t have to starve
30 shots are better in the clip, the .47 squad
if your magazine is holdin’ less, don’t bring it next to god
every instrumental that i came across, i left ‘em scarred
[hook]
preach, human, i’m just gettin’ started with the massacre
shoot it nice enough to be contra with only three lives
the game like it’s meant to be played
no up but—
what down downs, up but—
what down downs, surround sound
breathe, human, i’m just gettin’ started with the massacre
shoot it nice enough to be contra with only three lives
the game like it’s meant to be played
no up but—
what down downs, up but—
what down downs, surround sound

- precyce politix

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