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letra de attitudes - rumpletilskinz

att-tude is… madness
att-tude is… personality
att-tude is… flexibility
att-tude is b-lls
att-tude is… talkin
att-tude is ways and actions
actions and ways
att-tude is the rump!

verse one: the capitol l.s., sha-now (remedy man), jeranimo

i’m the one! that gets that deeper job done
refuse to jump around and rhymin like a burnt one
for them who pause, you got to get out of the midst
split teeth grit, but your sh-t don’t mean sh-t
bustin to the backs when flip, modes
although i’m only xto’s
beware of the vocal when i’m shinin like gold
get fold, i’ma slip into dangerous mode

here comes the now when i deal with aspect of
the loom and my att-tude swells and a phone can’t cop
no please don’t freeze lyrics are run to siege
i’m known as a mess, when i rhyme silly pleas
bad boy big mouth, i smack your waist out
with a birds blow, when the weather gets kinda cold
use an instructive tongue or you get flunked
as i boot out my burner and i flank up your block
knowin that you’re one who pays a freaky cop
but i won’t stop cause the son out just took your spot

to the b-mp b-ss! styles comin down i need help mo’
sp-ce i got mad stress hangin off a b-ss that’s
att-tude a minimal to be rump
number one dump, n-gg-z are p-ssy, time to hump
i’m gettin ready for the skin
go for s-x i flex and throw mens
and sh-t pens and legends and clips
i’m the last mowhikan, heat seekin the bit
hip-hop and rock when jeranimo’s rippin
it’s a indian so mic planet sounds is the beat
oh goody gumdrop, there’s props
welcome to the ill got skills, chill
hardknocks

chorus:

my att-tude is f-cked up, and real sh-tty! (8x)

verse two: jeranimo, l.s., remedy man

when it’s jeranimo, everyone, yell timber
this apache war, skin raw yeah enter
my inner, hardcore center hold scouts
i taste or racial punks with the doubts
we bout zabout super superb on curbs
kind of fresh guess best, press, the answer
is yes, for nuttin all over your face
and you don’t have to say you’re…
d-mn, my att-tude is rude
it’s another bad mood, hahah release
rumple-in killin, skill in, original styles
no peace i shout, much stress and i’m out

i would think eligible, always willin to tell a few
rappers, dappers, b-tt skill rappers, that i’m about to
blow up! in ninety-four or tomorrow
but yet, still flow, talkin about super tracks
and lips gonna be flappin, and yappin
ten thousand plans…
make it a thousand hands
cunts simply chargin to feel my funk
but they gets nothing but a bunch of jeep b-mp
tell me something what makes the female s-x
want to swing with a singer -laughter-
i got a partner he can sing but shhh, it’s on the dl

wrap my fist grip it tight break the skull on the mic
from my well fittin rhyme that this rump bring in sight
i love to see when the noise gets the crowd hype
and like cl-t detentia — i need more affection
thinking things with appeal of redemption
soak the attention i gets no detention
finality shots ay what it’s worth mentionin
too much funk with a touch be a rump
att-tudes act up increase but never cease
when we feed the ears from china to peru

my att-tude is f-cked up, and real sh-tty! (8x)
crossin that line! (8x)
crossin that line, head for the border
crossin that line, head for the border…

- rumpletilskinz

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