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letra de southpaw - saints p.m.f.

[verse 1] k-tall:
holla at ya boy for inviting me in
murder this beat, raw shit
you know how i get it in
make notes not noise we delivering relevant info
it’s saints p.m.f. with that shit
leaving you asking for more
hip hop’s how i walk, talk, live my life
the culture is eternal this everyday journey
wherever you are this culture’s universal
shout out to r4r we rhyming out for reason
i’m the reason most cats quit rapping
they can’t keep real to themselves and hip hop community
this is unity, from sa to usa
and back to the motherland
where i make my street cred
beatrider, everything i spit is wit
mark my words, hip hop has taken over
exactly what saints gonna do blat!!

[verse 2] aaron johns:
not slipping out the back i’m a rap machine
body every single word every wack emcee
taking shots at your crew like iraq marines
they call me sandman i put your f-cking -ss to sleep
yo i check more chins than most chinese men
the son of samuel and the devil is my siamese twin
they don’t wanna let me on with the lines that i spit
you better let this starboard like the right of a ship
so roll the dice so precise cold as ice
flow’ll get ya like a cobra strike
bold with mics stole ya life behold the might
you couldn’t make the cut if you could hold the knife
tracks vicious sick it on you like a pit or a mutt
and unless you eating clovers then you shit out of luck
r4r and the saints we here to speak this magic
everybody else stinks all i wreak is havoc

- saints p m f

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