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letra de camp crystal lake - scott phree

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give it to a n-gga right in broad day
on his block! f-ck a warning shot!
(haze holiday)

this is my momentary lapse of reason, between the rapid breathin
as i gasp and wheezin, smash emcees for they acts of treason
you can’t match the sk!ll, smash your wheels, then continue livin
it’s a given; full clip, i got that mass appeal
a guru, when i premier the rep, moment of truth
above the clouds, black hawk down, clear the strip
fearless wit, any mic i touch? trust, i end the sh-t
tremendous grip, tend to flip scripts just like a gremlin get
…after midnight, the time is right, devour rappers
then a couple hours aftеr, permanently power-nap ya
hit thе lights b-tch, i’m type to put it bluntly
cuz only time you got a flow is on your monthly, yo i get it ugly
dirty as sh-t and bummy, but i like it though
the nicest know, i shut it down like school in the ice and snow
35-below mercury, the style is cold
i ain’t break it, i designed the mold
trust the rhymes is timeless, yo
like old gold and dutch masters
phillies and white owls, whichever rolls your blunt proper, smug b-st-rd
cuss at ya, dumb plaster, can’t match the heist or what ya takin
yo flat-out? you assed-out – this b-tch is naked
knitted blankets ain’t got it covered, yo there’s holes in it
when you hoes spit it; this is boom-bap, ain’t no gimmick
dope-scented gold vintage, i got the master copy
hat-trick rap sh-t – and i ain’t buy this mask for hockey
philly’s rappin rocky, got me a relaxed brain
but nonetheless, when it comes to flexin, keep the raps slain
this cast game? is back pain – simply plain, i’m hurtin’ kids
verbal sins, every verse is bliss, son i’m merciless
certain death, brains shatter, brain matter everywhere
debonair, i ain’t never care, no f-cks given
on a queen bed wit cheeks spread, you couldn’t f-ck wit him
vision competition like i’m irish and stuck
a steering wheel on my d-ck cuz y’all are drivin me nuts
be lining ’em up, to knock ‘em out, something like a boxing bout
you can keep the theme, it ain’t my thing, i’ll be clockin clout
watch how you comin out ya mouth, i’ll break the sh-t
hit you wit the flavor you can savor, p-ssy, take a sip
you softer than a baby d-ck, my credentials crazy thick
(haze holiday)

- scott phree

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