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letra de it's just rap - profit$daprophet

give it to ’em with no edits
keep it rough around the edges
if i stumble during the rhyme my dj’ll just scratch the record

bars going to make you mug up kendrick perkins face
turned so many careers to a lit candle ain’t no flower sp-ce
forever paid in full that’s eric, rakim, and ace
for the rhymes in this duffle rappers a try to alpo me out of hate
lamar jackson with a line watch what i create
lyrically bear hug them to a permanent hibernate
i know i’m dope by the look on ya man face
i’ll buck’em until he numb, he won’t even feel out of place, squatter cold case
caesar can talk brought in the apes
i’m nice since tissue in the tape
stream my flows until the levy break
write to the white bubbling pumping the purple tape
the chef with the stocking cap pulled down
iron ghost and rae
i just wanted to rhyme
release stress after the mic check
my brother had that sh-t for they nose like a covid test
it merged i guess now this that belt around the bicep
fentanyl needle looking for the vein to inject
fan turn fiend dj got the scratches that’s the side effects
bet you hear that pot bubbling if i’ma rhyme next

i caught a train of thought to the promised land
luggage of contraband
spliff he smoke leaving them with third hand
just something to remind them the profit you can’t reprimand
devils with no fingers just thumbs on their hand
leave comments like money on the nightstand
reply wrong get f-cked by the cyberman activity scan
page lock who really control the program lion or lamb
so many bars the matrix thought spam
marty byrde with a mic washing machine scam
thanos with the stones and they time machine jam
i am what if jimi hendrix worked with dr. sebi
well i’d be d-mned by your favorite emcee you been shammed
they only granted me diplomatic immunity because they fear i’d murder their rap community
told me seeing god in the mirror was lunacy
cause what i contributed to the industry reflected truancy
but truthfully he reside in a different zone
a young black thought with kool g rap in his headphones
lands he roamed left the best samurais with they head gone but
if they was dope he would keep them to show respect for’em
i walk on water i walk on beats
i’ll walk a ninja 600 through traffic right pass the police
regular backpack no man purse full of verses god want me to speak
i’ll k!ll’em on the album or the ep
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