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letra de northwest - psmiith

nighttwo
this is the last few
it’s nighttwo
this is the last few unh

psmiith
osmosisjones
boom…fuego!

i been poppin’ since ben wallace got drafted in ’96
not even j. michael barrow could tell me what shyne is
met deion in a dream, taught me what prime is
clocked in and ‘kim (rakim), ye and nas that it’s timeless
sign this
rhyming defacto, i’m intergalactic, part alien
part whatever’s considered legendary in 8010
part should i finish college or cop a mercedes benz?
cuz i’ve never been one to get up in my lady friends
but someone told me it’s what they want cuz they say it is
now is it time to start the game or stay and play the bench?
thats like comparing a ps4 to a sega gen
and i take offense
and move the downs like i’m russell wil
all natural, but they think i’m drinking muscle milk
so many stars that will never even touch a deal
so like when a fan gets a win, i’m bout to rush the field
& since mic’s got cheaper to buy
everyone and they mama gon reach for the sky
shoot, why not?
but if the critics gon test me, gon find out
put too much time in for them put me in timeout if you didn’t know
this that, “i get busy!” flow
catch me on your samsung, lg or vizio
shouts to them directors cuz i need videos
i went and bought a canon 5d, boy, gimme those!
i can’t wait for someone to say, “that’s great!”
tell me that they “typically charge a flat rate”
& then inflate prices, the discounts enticing
but i wasn’t born yesterday on an island
you wylin’
i’m striving to get up to that mike level
a lil b-ss, a lot of unh, and a slight trebel
get is as quick as the sentence michael vick got for fighting pits
faster than that stole it from the store bike pedal
we coasting
catch a wiff of the ocean
of the northwest, which is full of the war vets
i appreciate the service, never forget
it’s a shame some never make the league
but still get drafted just to hoop the platoon
i seen him play with nate rob, he was hooping ’em too
i seen him stick j. craw, he was he hooping ’em too
a lot of people told him, but he ain’t know what to do
mama had no pillow money when he was losing a tooth
had some homies tell him, “head up,” while they went in for a few
now his other homies gone, never had a chance to shoot
but they laying in the direction from which they had a point a view
when they working that clock, nothing ever on time
when an orders being taken, and that orders, “on sight!”
bang! bang!
yeah, it got deep in it quick
this is truesoundgood, bout to repeat the ‘chip
psmiith

- psmiith

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