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letra de power rap (freestyle interlude) - prodigy of mobb deep

[verse]
pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back
i told y’all n-ggas ninety-eight lives that
yo, ninety-nine i p-ss on rap
two thousand where your pistols at?
thunn, we be the men in black fatigue
thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing
yo catch me in the street, poppin’ that bullsh-t
catch a fat lift, holes all over your sh-t
bust guns like, nuts all over your b-tch
yo you’s a woman, tell me what the f-ck you tryin’ to do when
you’re growlin’ all over the tape, you get chewed when
i touch that sh-t, not only that on the concrete
we splash more n-ggas than the wavepool did
check out my new sh-t, we blood spill, you still ice grill
mad cause your clique’s sh-t is h0m-, the mobb stay real
you steady playin’ the field
n-gga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can’t feel
you cooked up a half–ss meal
it’s time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel
my sh-t fills, the appet-te of the populace
we could do it via satellites just us
and show the world how that -ss get bust
ever since a little yuke, i had this l-st
to pick up the motherf-ckin’ pen and just rush
like morphine beats, through the wires of the eps plus
you get penalized, for tryin’ to rock with the upmost
get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost
the f-ck outta here, with that bullsh-t you tryin’ to share
with the planet, you need to be shot rappin’
i got sickle cell i feel the pain all year, what’s happenin’
fake thugs wanna front like they contractin’
numbers on my head, thun please, i’m here waitin’
you can’t touch me, there’s no fake love amongst me
there’s no fake n-ggas that’s run with me
somebody gave y’all the wrong info, i ain’t get kicko-ed
you nympho, put me on to where you breathe at
you ‘sposed to taught that b-tch much better than that
i dwell, where the rest of my vets is at
from sumnerville to bx and back
to the lab in the dungeons
my house of reresentatives stay starvin’, beats thumpin’
we unholy, ’cause there ain’t a part missin’
my commission, sit at the table like the last supper, f-cker

- prodigy of mobb deep

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