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letra de no hook - prime-one

1st verse

how do you say ‘wack’ in french? je ne sais pas
only french i speak is tongue kissin’ and menage a trois
pardon my french if i cuss in english,i can write some offensive rhymes
but my rap game’s like football and it don’t work without ‘offensive lines’
i’m an intellectual gluteus max who’s one to speak
like l!ckin’ derriere,other words,i’m a
‘smart ass’ who talks ‘tongue-in-cheek’
sometimes you won’t know whether i’m bein’ serious or talkin’ sh-t
but at the day’s end,i’ll take a shoe in my mouth bеfore i ‘put a sock in it’
toot my h-rn,march to my drum,i’m like a one-man paradе
and if me bein’ ‘fly’ ‘bugs’ you,then ‘buzz’ off,ain’t a can of raid
on the face of planet earth that’ll faze me.hater,please
just make like a turkey and ‘gobble’ the d-ck or go and brush up on your abc’s
’cause if you don’t mind your p’s and q’s,you can wind up catchin’ plenty of z’s
i play for w’s,take no l’s,and got use of f-words down to a ‘t’
y’all can’t fit in these reeboks.i’m chewbacca,you’re ewoks
and my ass ‘don’t stop,’ i’ll ‘drive you’ nuts.sucks to be you if you’re a traffic cop

chorus

i don’t have to ride d-ck to be ‘on the ball’
i don’t have to be michael jackson to be ‘off the wall’
i don’t have to m-st-rbate to say that i’m ‘doin’ me’
and i don’t have to be water to ‘flow’ so ‘fluidly’
i don’t really need to put a hook on this song
when you’ve got it going right,you can never go wrong
i’ve got the ‘dope’ you don’t have to light in a pipe or a bong
i guarantee you that it’s potent and strong

2nd verse

it’s like i’m playin’ baseball in h-ll the way i keep ‘catchin’ fire’
me changin’ goodyears on a car’s the only time you’ll see me ‘retire’
i’ve got more ‘bars’ in me than penitentiaries and slot machines do
like an eleventh-grade summer school class,i’ve got some ‘hot sixteens’ too
kind of funny how the chick who took my virginity was a ‘hot sixteen’ too
when it’s said there’s no such thing as coincidence,that’s got to be true
i mean,is it really a fluke that my name is “mike,” when i could’ve been a jim,bob,billy,or luke?
h-lls no! i was meant to rhyme and i’m forever ready and willing to nuke
any beat that i jump on,and what i jump on,i come strong
i make like donald and ‘trump’ rappers with weak lines and dumb songs
what you’ve got’s gonna need more than tape or a yard stick to measure to mine
with these gifts of g*nius i have,it gives new meaning to ‘presence of mind’ (presents of mind)
and i have the kind of ‘magic’ like had their been a time
earvin johnson shot hoops for orlando in his prime
it’s obvious i work it and my work has much of y’all beat
my footwear’s too big for me to handle any ‘small feat’ (chorus)

- prime one

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