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letra de king - reap n sow (ras)

hook (ras)
gun ’em down, take the crown
i’m king now, why the frown?
like a clown, bounce ’round town
f-ckin’ bow to ditch the pound
blind like the sun do, it ain’t for fun
pick up the gun, let that b-tch run
ain’t sayin’ no puns ’til ya’ boat gone sunk
game it on, cyberpunk, steam up this sh-t like future funk

verse 1 (hvte bxy)
hit ’em from a f-cka’ with a scope and a .40 clip
how long will it take for these motherf-ckas’ to notice this
grip to the rope, lead b-tches like the pope
francis street, don’t gimme hope, i keep my life locked in a tote
g-y sh-t, elton john, f-ckas’ don’t know half of what’s wrong
irrelevance of discrimination of color, gender, religion
impeachment of innocent, unlike senor trump
he buildin’ a wall to keep us safe, man, keep it goin’, yo’ d-ck’s way to chafed
talkin’ about how he did not rape these women, he bluffin’, he snuffin’
christo already built a wall, f-cka’

verse 2 (jiannys)
short sh-t, abortion, contortion of the core sh-t
that keeps us all together like a f-cka’ gettin’ floored stiff
the muscles’ll cramp, it what keeps us real
the fact that young f-ckas’ ain’t ‘fraid to go steal
a f’real or a rolex, a car someone trolls in
nah, f-cka’, don’t flex if you got no golden
knock up with carbons, old sh-t, dolph lundgren
sylvester stallone, rock it up, match be startin’
god d-mn, god d-mn, god d-mn, god d-mn
i’m little bo peep, yet cookin’ up lamb
like ya’ f-cka’ robin, try batman, whabam!
shazam! i keepin’ this sh-t in my hands
not others ‘cuz i ain’t got no hands of no friends
‘cept soba, hvte bxy, lil dilyn and ras
that transgender woman at gamestop’s still convinced that he was har-ssed
“i’m a ma’am!”

verse three (lil dilyn)
i’ll f-ck it, i’ll run it, i’m comin’, i’m gunnin’
ain’t trustin’ the f-ckas’, face beat it, no luck, b-tch
i’m rappin’ too fast to even make bids with
be givin’ them headaches, think they need some aspirin
like a flask to the head
shootin’ these f-ckas’ ’til dead
ain’t no sh-t i dread
lil dilyn ain’t weakened like bread

verse four (sire soba)
hey, it’s sire soba, keep me a cola
write so many lyrics, broke ticonderogas
flex on a b-tch with some vodka, she sober
not anymore, she ain’t gotten older
red rods, hit ’em up, got some head for once
toughies suckin’ on papers cuts, flex very much?
gucci mane ain’t in the game, duh! just the facepaint
erase me, complain ’bout me, none ‘dat sh-t gon’ change me

verse five (ras)
back again, rackin’ in, slap squad sh-t, facts, my man
dax again? janitor. jax again? manicure
peticure, let it cure ‘cuz i ain’t feelin’ cured
sickness, i’m reckless, safety cannot be -ssured
breakfast, breakin’ bricks and sticks
stones and bones, brought and postponed
not a poem, film for broen, thin and thick
our lives our made, no more brigades, h-ll no
h-ll yes, for the rest of the best, put the f-ckas’ to the test
raise the bar, raise it far, goin’ hard on the mead
gainin’ speed at the meet, chewin’ meat, i ain’t the best
can’t ace the test, can’t win the race, you never always stay in the lead
i’m goin’, i’m goin’, i’m goin’, i’m goin’
i’m goin’, i’m goin’, i’m goin’, i’m goin’
i’m gone

- reap n sow ras

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