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letra de renown - prowla

[hook]
if you speak that sh-t, dead it, ahead of time
we set to shine, test the best of minds, who’s next to try?
heads will fly, the blood of a thousand men
scalpin’ ’em, prowlz and trem are renowned with pens
talk that sh-t, dead it, ahead of time
we set to shine, test the best of minds, who’s next to try?
heads will fly, the blood of a thousand men
scalpin’ ’em, prowlz and trem are renowned with pens

[verse 1: prowla]
this lifestyle’s got me caught, raw likе the holy war
i could care less about imprеss or [?]
my brain’s body’s force decapitates fakes
the mic device slash tomahawk
poisonous, i spit venom
uppercut ya car deck cassettes, save your blind threats
i switch this then shock
your swatch [?] wrist watch with shots are hip-hop timeless
reflects our sk!lls on breaks, street rap to seal your fates
and get you [?] bettin’ your real estates
leave ’em pleadin’, breathin’ through a broken lung
prowlz and trems, you best not be approachin’ us!

[verse 2: trem one]
your played out rap styles is fragile as glass paint
so pass the reins and haul it or get that -rs- caned
you wanna bask in fame and glory? same old story
already, your portrait’s painted for me
a phony show pony only in it for the limelight
can’t even rhyme right, and in hindsight, you try and bite
the usual fanfare of catchphrases
i put a match to the dilapidated state of rap pages
you pack and waved your tax like when we hit the freights
bombard the yards ’cause there’s [??] we flip fast these paints
i rip half these fakes with just the first bar
and by the second, [?] rest their head first down the gurgular
[hook]

[verse 3: trem one]
now, run for the hills like iron maiden, this pyro’s blazin’
i got prized for settin’ fire to entire stage and
mold raps to poleaxe these old hacks
as [?] on mic stacks and fall backs
the cold facts are that trem stands streets ahead
without the glossy page in magazine feature spreads
just keep my credit street level like ya mass appeal
rappers hatchin’ deals and lackin’ sk!lls are just actin’ real
sh-t, i pack and seal raps and wield ’em like hatchets
detachin’ heads from necks to flesh from bone fragments
(we’re hurtin’ reps) to work a murderous text
and burnin’ sets like furniture’s, man, you flirtin’ with death

[verse 4: prowla]
uh, we strike teens who might fiend for photographers
bless mics without the limelight
then flee the scene anonymously
these honorary guests foul right now to thrill crowds with ill sounds
(and if you still clown) your time will soon be up
bruise and loose you up, there’s few to trust
the usual suspects that leave your [??]
scarred like flesh from car wrecks
so c-nt, get you brains/chest bombed harder
you speak shaky like the hands of my grandfather
tomorrow holds mad sorrow
(so i flow slow) so kids half my speed can follow

- prowla

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