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letra de penalty box/galactik metal interlude - shamon cassette & jaz infinite

[part i: penalty box]

[intro]

penalty box
penalty box
…outside the penalty box

[verse 1: shamon cassette]
high sticking
loose mittens
my fist with the ribs is smitten’
frost-bitten
on the glass where i’m sitting
man down
no one can fill my position
a dream is a dream when you wishing
flexing on the zebra (referee)
like why are you flinching?
tryna put me in the sin bin for obstruction
you know the math, but can’t equate the fraction
that’s a penalty infraction
too late to watch the whistle blower’s reaction
don’t f-ck with the enforcer
speak to the captain
bullies likе broad street
hooking and slashing
face mask grasping
jacque plante
hockеy puck made of onyx and ant
for the receipt, check the timestamp
all in
like all we do is win
check chins
see you at the stanley
we don’t make amends
poom poom conqueror
spragga benze
holding the stick
catch the hook on the trip
anybody on the ice tryna front getting hit
[verse 2: memphis reigns]
yo, yo
shamon put me on the m-i-c
he like coach bombay and the flying v
play hockey just to fist fight
underneath the bright lights
razor rollerblades
when i skate around and take flight
he need a miracle like usa
team russia when the russians yelling bombs away
bloodthirsty like the sharks from san jose
stay great like i’m gretzky
hat trick, flexing
knuckle puck, [crumbs crunch, schmucks?] like s. lee
pull your jersey rack over your head
take my gloves off, tee off, and put you to bed
man, my pen game stay mighty like i’m ducks
i don’t give a ducks, [?]
zamboni and ice trucks
that’s what’s up, we’re living it up
homie, yeah, drink, take a sip inside of stanley’s cup

[verse 2: pugs atomz]
willie o’ree, k’andre miller
picking up chicks, but no figure skater
i’m tough, untouched, like icing
shamon, through the glove, read to fight them
i break away, foul
scored on the penalty
like, beaten up, [snowy?], ali shaheed, black
as a hockey puck, my ib reads (?)
trust, i like director x
as soon as the polo walk, man, it’s certain, cassette
high power, my soul’s bower, supreme
we og’s
the colored hockey league
hold goals from chicago like ray emery
my fans riffin’ with me
drifting on in memory and arenas
repeating history
but we gon’ make it
[verse 3: buddy leezle]
bully like broad street
swizzles like hockey
eyes on the prize
why these guys try to block me?
send shots at your goalie like lockheed
buddy leezle on ice at top speeds
[?] knock out your [?]
cup stanley, f-ck pansies
you get hit with a puck or handsies
it’s a chin check, watch, shorty been wet
i can see nipples poking through a thin dress
she’s my fan club, wild to my anthem
i’m like mario lemieux with a handgun
at random, might make a man run
face bl–dy, but i’m still d-mn handsome
taste money, make deals like ransoms
we don’t negotiate
show love, don’t hate

[outro]
whoa
p-p-p-p-penalty box
penalty box
jack [?] lock inside the penalty box
[part ii: galactik metal interlude]

[sample: ross rhea in “goon”]
everybody loves the soldiers until they come home and stop fighting. you understand what i’m saying? you got this thing, the stuff, the sh-t, the f-cking grit, you got it, like me. but like me, that’s all you f-cking got. all i’m saying is don’t go around trying to be a hockey player

[doug glatt]
but i am a hockey player, sir

[ross rhea]
you’re a f-cking goon—

[doug glatt]
—that plays hockey

- shamon cassette jaz infinite

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