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letra de tough shit - sekou bomani

yeah, ay ay yeah
that’s why them boys kicked down your door
play six feet beneath the surface
a bl–dy mess on the floor
performin c’s on the block
that’s mine man, block royal!
i said let me hit that
father, our family was always loyal
was red hot — oops, almost forgot
creepin, rollin, you know what time it is
never had time, she went out for self
and that’s nines, forty-fives, three-five-sevens, and m500s
take that bullsh-t hiphop back on the block
and be f-cking her ridiculous, astounded by her fickleness
more than ever, livin like now or nevеr
making new slaves out of the immigrants
can you handlе the heights
i keep access ta the max
everytime you speak, it’s like poetry
serious as heart attacks
women make a beeline
it makes sense
let me lighten your load
impeach the prez, that’s self-defence
i’m having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide
i cook it up right so you can’t resist
i’m sl!ck rick style thinkin how my ice gleams
born with insight and a raised fist
i’m the mob’s official meal ticket
alone after so long gave up hope
the top is rolled back, the windows rolled down
who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap
it ain’t no tums when the heart burns like the sun
and i ain’t trying to end up, in the penitentiary
and escape wit your billy jean and thriller, cause i’m bad
escape the black hole, demolishin, burnin a worth adversary
and we could go on for days
and if you find right you’re in luck
got the black on black armanis on
watch out, pray for luck that you won’t get stuck
fast but gently to maintain the grass entry level position
street love is crazy, sucka don’t slip in the game
i’m tryin to decide what i’m a buy for showroom floor
and the pepas want to know my real name
i bagged so much sh-t, i put that store to shame
that i have marched until my feet have bled;
talk sh-t and feel the flame, point blank in the brain
good for nothing hoe, if she ain’t getting bread
high heels leave holes, you’d a thought i was gunnin’
i’m off on my own sh-t with my own cl!ck
rushing to do nothing, rushing trapped in traffic
you probably spank your monkey to a rupaul fl!ck
what’s my motherf-ckin name? put a bullet in your brain
it’s the beginning of the 9th inning and i’m winning
be rappers with the mic like i practice every night
the beat so fair so ate 9 o’clock in the morning
meet the mic controller, the philly roller, the wicked one
we be doin’ it ever way you could imagine
we’re hittin’ hard like ike turner in a bar
cuz truth’ll never be heard in religion
forty-fives marked up, looped with static
cop at your door, coming to harass ya
creep in sl!ck, get up and dig
ready for tour, ready to give ’em tour raw
life in detroit, atlanta, made in havana
and patna i just can’t trust you
my tribe went down in the hall of fame
do what i gotta do…
fools be droppin when i be
state the rhyme, borough of brooklyn
steppin’ out his skeleton
with my quotation quotables colon
pre-verse: mr. lil’ one
first battalion, first recon, first infantry
if you didn’t know, and now you know
cause there’s terrorists in our country
steppin’ out his skeleton
only take a second to peel
be careful this is real sh-t, weapons’ll blaze
yeah, fake rappers are surreal
what… keep from goin’ under… under…
you gets the boom ping ping
we gotta grind, we gotta grind
and b-tch i’m tall as yao ming
hard work paid off, so now it’s peace time
i blast memory panels ’till my enemies handle
mama see a seniorita we was smoking some reefer
to the extreme i rock a mic like a vandal
they ain’t sick boy they just seem crook
as the marathon continues, you already know
cuz i’m zoned up out my mind
hit a m-th-f-cka with a gangsta flow
d-mn, what’s wrong with my generation?
this is hardcore, thug life
but i flew a bit quick
and everyday that i’m living li-ife
well, then i gotta break out
down this open road
from bouncing and banging
since we overload
in the spring time
got power now
haha, as we proceed
so now you know
but everywhere that i go
crazy toones, my dj
…show ya golds, show ya golds
northside forever, ay ay
oh i’m, i’m doin fine
i roll slab wit my pistol grip
name brand fabric, head to toe
mix the coke batter like it’s miracle whip
a expert at makin the opposite s-x flirt
jump in a deville or mercedes, lexus or navigator
alize is too sweet and it’ll make ya fat
watchin you and i fight in the elevator
is like gettin hit by a train
so let me speak, on a goal i seek
i’m steadily gold medaling in peddling what’s the truth
inadequate sway to the left when i speak
come through in that two tone purple maybe
somebody’s getting juxed, cause you dealing with crooks
he can’t get chicks, he’s ugly and he’s short
and should i believe everything i read in books
so you know that no one can ever hurt me
and every judge should do a twenty to life
they’re so close to the ground and so easy to kick
i’m tired, i’m tired of living li-ife
sport shooter, slash last resort shooter
i overheard a jaybird singin the words
make the mistake and i’m breakin your jaw
i’m just goin forward, no time for goin backwards
show frank the alien face, it’s cool!
so why the f-ck am i ask outside
i’m sellin records, and you be sellin crack
leavin’ no clues but a motherf-ckin’ homicide
you had your chance but didn’t grab on
then knock your ass out, iron-fist, velvet gloved
we be poor, eviction notice on the door
so i ain’t f-cking with nothing if i’m not involved
it’s not about how you f-cking feel
looking up at the sky feet on the dust and things get real
you thought moi was toxic?
man, you needa see them b-tches who wanna throw punches
got jaws poppin’
don’t even try to mess up with me
eviction notice
cuz the conviction of this whirlpool
is like man what the f-ck oh sh-t
just ran through this b-tch, you know she a hoe now
i hear them haters talkin – small thing to a giant
to miss classes and i feel he spoke to me
witness life at its worst, evident witness at the finest
i keep my loot saved, sell mad crack
drugs and thieves, hit the eve of the night
when sb come through it’s party time
yes, i was a virgin before i got here tonight
i’m like a crook stealing gold in the night
n-gga im cold like tht don’t even try to fight
you said come, so we had to peel your dome back
my fleet of seven on your calender, f-ck an amateur
until you f-cking dead, because i’m pumping lead
i’m poppin’ bottles and i’m f-cking up their furniture
and i’m not gonna stop until you give me back what i’ve been searching for
or else i’m gonna make your life a story of horror
f-ck young chicks, visiting dorm’s too frequently
give ’em aneurysms when i start usin’ big words
then travel over water and land, like a hover craft
food is better then money, say it backwards
i’m not lying-ooooh i forgot
i’m spitting facts on your ass like you wine-sodden trash
or else your card gets pulled like a debit
it’s on if i’m crossed up in this
relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn’t
come between us, now you smellin’ your p-ss
and it smells like my victory and your downfall, b-tch!!!!
you such a gold digger you look like all of the whites invision of n-ggers
i gottta keep it real, don’t i? gotta keep it in the light, no shimmers
actin’ like you doin’ sometin’ when you just doin’ nothin’
could’ve reached the peak, now you’re left with a horrible leak
cause at the first of the month they be waiting
and i don’t really wanna let the tec speak
you washed up, yeah, now i’m coming for jay-z
got all dem chains but he ain’t gon be ready
when i rips the crowd the dancefloor gets sore
reborn: 7th month, 17th day, 9th year of the 70’s
and escape wit your billy jean and thriller, cause i’m bad
a revelation to raise me out of this metal mess
i be dancing to the rythm and the beat
of micheal jackson “beat it” cuz you good and beat
the money we’re throwin’ away, that ain’t bein’ saved
i’m notorious, boy, so i’m hardly spoke on
hustlers gotta get they money, stay fly never fall
is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone
i throw your raps in the trash
and then i go crazyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
pop!
but it don’t matter how i freestyle
i still got your raps in denial
being watched by some old mug she’s glaring back
my every thought is aggravated assault, and get my bread
to a rider, to a sav, to a hog, you’re nothin’
if you include monoxide, violent j, sh-ggy and evil ed
but i don’t care what she thinks it’s my life n0body elses
and that’s gonna be her learning self that’s gonna get to the end? nah, man
back and forth for bad urine, it’s getting boring
bring pain and novacaine, okay y’all lil monkeys wanna play?
three half ounces, three nickel bags in his ass
suga slim and baby got the charges threw away
you out here lookin’ like super diaper baby
and a rebooted spongebob just uglier, owwwwww your face!!
with a conservative feel cause it’s hard to come real
you said your
mama dropped out of school, in the 8th grade
the s.l.a.b. family, gon make you feel it
mic projection sharp, your heart pump kool-aid
man, who cares?
my raps garunteed fresh just like kroger’s food
you don’t got no raps you’re done smellin’ like doo-doo
‘the f-ck you want just bein’ in my face all the time
trying to copy off me to get your raps to ryhme
the reason i was here was never communicated clear
through astral concentration, the mars surface is a hype service
shake it super hard boy you better not run
they gon’ celebrate me when i’m gone like elvis
cuz i got dat music flow, got them rocks bro
everything says i’m on the go
and i’m going crazy again
just less y’s
and more hows
cuz the time for you to give up
is undoubtedly now
it’s mr. motherf-ckin’ doc from the set
first summer when i start tryin to g-ngb-ng
whatever’s clever, let’s roll through the central
the hood can’t take me under, it’s a g-thang
but your p-ss smellin like that wee-thang
cuz it’s my victory out my face eee-man!
all three bombed on me, started swingin me around
this world is yours, for you to explore
if you’re a party freak then step on the floor
this ain’t about no rappin no more
no, it’s not, i’m dead flowing out
naaaa, ha ha, it’s just my ego it’s damaged white-hot
bless me on this track right here
creepin, rollin, you know what time it is
any whack track i’m a monster
and that’s nines, forty-fives, three-five-sevens, and m500s
you wanna ride we can slide in the expedition
everything i see, i’m claiming as mine
pretty, pretty thug style now y’all know the deal
skateboards, mountain bikes, never on-line
so lets get doe together
we don’t die we don’t cry
yeah-yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
die, die, die, die, die, die
now i got a leaing role
is a clearer view cause you’re too crazy
like the lord was cool with my sinning
in her purse, she ain’t tired or lazy
get a clean check cut slip it in my account
a lot of brothers doing good got smoked
i do my thing correct and undercover y’all
my girlfriends right beside me getting choked
yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all
come on, you don’t know what you gettin’ into
salute the young lion with heart, dyin to start
that’s me and you, now tell what you gonna do
when you ask what im gon do
i say that i’m not gonna give up like you
all to the a
all to the l
all to the l
and you have both l’s
and my rap grade is an a
get the f-ck out my face
ay!
no gun you have
will stop me from evolving my raps
ay
ay!

- sekou bomani

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