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letra de shade 45 drunken freestyle - slaine

[intro]
triple a shade 45 at show-off radio
statik seleketah, d-stroy in the building
my man kali, and yo slaine, let’s go man

[verse 1: slaine]
i ain’t nervous at all, i don’t know how to sweat
i taught my son to punch before he learned the alphabet
i brought a gun to lunch but the café ain’t crowded yet
i bet the [?] at the half, i learned how to bet
book your phone number on the fridge where i live
no need to glorify my sh-t, i did what i did
a bad boy, ever since a kid with a bib
i put the ice around my neck then i slid
you ain’t live how i live, you just say it thankfully
most of these half-way villains, they got a shank for me
most of my peeps are so loyal, they’d walk a plank for me
i got fans hanging on my album plans waiting anxiously
i never panic at all, i stand in the hall
with my fists up while you’re missing like a mannequin’s b-lls
i need medication, having schizophrenic withdrawals
driving the liquor navigator fast as it slams on the wall

[verse 2: kali]
yo, we could go to war, stack for stack
i throw my money in the air like a acrobat
you lost your friends for a dollar, how wack is that?
now go and kick rocks, n-gga, no hacky sack
i’m running ’round the beam like a marathon
then k!ll my enemies, f-ck ’em all, i’m glad they’re gone
i’m riding with the chopper in the coup
chopped lobster in my soup, don’t make me drop you like the roof
we the best, can’t n0body do it better
when i was locked up, i didn’t even get a letter
now i’m sky-high taking flight like propellers
i don’t let these n-ggas talk for me, this ain’t penn and teller
i’m k!lling these dawgs, driving ’round like cruella
in the cadillac deville, i can handle any weather
we can fight whenever, the sooner the better
got guns on deck, so disrespect, i promise you won’t get up
[verse 3: d-stroy]
rakim said “let the rhythm hit him”, i let my n-ggas get him
that been to prison in a system that ain’t benefitting
we don’t respect the living, i make bets with women
soon as they get to kissing, and show every christian
d-stroy never listens, pedalling penicillin
hitting in every ending like when i check the wisdom
i’m inconsiderate since i was a little pr-ck
never caring, forever daring show-off, i live for it
see i was born lonely, raised with enough homies
that’ll sit your family down like when they- haha
he sound tough don’t he? that’s david melendez
i will slay and dismember any day in december
i don’t play with contenders
i’m a good guy with a dark side like apartheid
a drunk driver offering people car rides
our eyes have seen the mountain top, and now we counting guap
so what the f-ck is he talking about?
statik selektah, walk ’em out before they pour some out
for the dude in the coffin with his organs out
you feel important? shout, even jesus christ lost a bout
i am the same happy-go-lucky, don’t trust me
toast bubbly, least hate it because most love me
the best from bushwick applying the pen
and keep acting like scarface and die at the end
[verse 4: statik selektah]
i’m a show-off, never gave a f-ck or two
(who’s that?) who the f-ck are you?
you a bum that i never give a buck or two
i’m the one that your label gave your budget to
save pennies, pay bills
i gave plenty, made mils
but charity’s for suckers
catch me with lord sear drinking at the rucka
mad weirdos talking ’bout the others
i appreciate it, sally struthers
you ugly, cross colors
krispy kreme, french cruller

- slaine

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