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letra de intro (the end is nigh) - reference

[prod. reference]

[intro]
uh huh, yo w-ssup?
yeah 6-1-8
yo can i get a rhyme?
i said, can i get a rhyme?
yo check this out

[verse 1]
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
that’s four door, four deep in a smoked out ford
but we cruisin’ with the jeeps, dark night like christian bale
anyone who roll with us got cash, so we dip and bail
the cops sn-tched kale, and so we wished him well
dropped a nickel on the pavement and blew smoke like dale
police eyes watched, lookin’ like a brush with death is where it’s at
i literally brought a brush; i don’t wanna die wearing a busta cap
swearin’ at these new friends, with a dip walk
rappin’ till my throught dry, scowlin’ till my lip sore
i saw his hair stand on end, glimpses of a white scalp
with black hair; looked like a rainfall of chipped chalk
wanna add a lil’ aid to northern adelaide?;
my father knew me two well, and confiscated my balaklava
but i’d rather rather to f-ck with the magna carta
of my city, barons is warlords and a rapper is a starter
if you don’t f-ck with me, then you’ll f-ck with this
i got something to barter, one copy of prosody
for like one hunnid’ of the carter
let’s get it started

[bridge]

[verse 2]
yeah, uh huh, 1-2, 1-2

the end is near, don’t waste it drinkin’ diet c0ke
they were broke in ’94 but cl-ssic isn’t baroque
let a f-cker try and tell me i ain’t got it
i profess that my profits is solely what i deposit
yeah, now i was always a runner dog
ain’t ran with a team cuz some d-ckhead will cut you off
that’s why i don’t kick soccer or ‘tween footy poles
literally i’m running laps around my goals now
uh, if evil is bred from the money makers
homie i can see wheat fields for acres
we all sore in the burbs but we based staying grounded
we can’t rise if we stay where we founded
uh and one or two things i haven’t seen have shaped me
while half the sh-t i’ve witnessed ain’t phased me, yet
it ain’t changed me yet, it’s only payed me yep
been in the booth so long i got a pasty neck
i spit back like a face reflex
look me in the eye your face won’t reflect
like a rap prefect
i fold rappers like bad hands in poker sets
guess that explains the low price of the deck
these f-ckers are falling through
i rap to perfect
these f-ckers are falling off
yeah, i’m a rap prefect
the end is near…

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