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letra de the first emperor - skibs

[verse 1: skibs]
hong kong. yeah yeah

hey bro i started off with ease
come in sl!cker than the breeze
and that rumble from my feet put a jiggle in your knees
living in the beat, man, all i want is peace
so i’m chiefing on a piece of some ocd vlts(?)
sipping, once i’m locked in, i’m key
just a bunch of f-cking kids rocking g.o.d tees
how’s he gonna do it? man, what a mystery
now they looking at me and they say i’m mystery
i’m a say b-tch please, this me, history is what i’m making
i’m keeping that you can’t take it
i’m breathing that you can fake it
i’m a little white hong kong rapping -ss, smacking -ss
making cash, burning pot, making ash
(?)
momentum that i started with turning into reality
my fans are my homies and they stick around to balance me
give a f-ck what you think
as long as my mama proud of me
everybody be finding me, my fan base is young and old
turn my thoughts into music for anyone that’s got a soul
i’m the least on the street
but a priest on the beat
i’m a beast on the beat

just keep rolling. yeah yeah

[verse 2: skibs]
i’m free, got fees, but at least i’m off the leash
i preach, i breach
y’all are f-cking n-z-s, something you did not see
the first time you checked me out, but once i raise the flag, i never let it down
medicated, so motivated to be elevated
fading ’til i’m h-lla faded
in the nighttime i be sipping tsingtao
y’all can sip your white wine feeling like a king now
got in the zone, zoning, started zoning, started rolling, started smoking
the flow just got on a roll, stop showing start knowing, now you know that i’m the dopest
well if not then i’m the closest, homie, tell me where the throne is
picking up weed always sketched as a b-tch
so i’ll never have to mention getting arrested as sh-t
but i be working hard, straight living off of one dream
and i’m in a city posted up eating (dumplings)
meet me, you’ll understand i run things
i ain’t stopping ’til i’m in a mansion, chung king
hardly this simple, my life is sharper than pencils
i’ve got pistols filled with pencils, thats filling out instrumentals
i ain’t trying k!ll the rap game, i’m trying k!ll the flow
and trust me, when i’m gone, you’ll be checking for a pulse
my weapon is my throat, you stepping and repulse
i was in that b-tch while you was checking your coat
woah woah. woah. woah. woah woah woah
while you was getting the coat i was sicker than a disease
98 degrees, b-tch please this me, history is what i’m making
i’m keeping that you can’t take it
i’m breathing that you can fake it
i can’t wait to say i made it. ah

history is what i’m making
and i can’t wait to say i made it

- skibs

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