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letra de 2nd ave - slytedge

[verse 1:slytedge]

my verse cold i deliver the shivers
ya liver gon’ quiver, we winners, you quitters
no sinners or hitters, he hit her
now she left in the wrong because mr.right missed her
and ditched her, dissed her, and kissed her sister
kristin lister, gon’ need some lister-een,to get clean
i’m a lean, mean fighting machine
on the hunt for the green like jack and the bean
f*** you mean i can’t wear my hat to school
i wish that i ruled over principles f*** they’re principles
f*** they’re no good rules
waking up at 6 in the morning just go to a jail cell
go catch the bus and bid my family farewell
i got fairly odd parents but its fairly a-pparent
that my name ain’t timmy i’m a lord like remy
but i don’t drink remy or henny just geni-talia
i, tally up, all of my haters then serve em’ up like a waiter

[hooke:slytedge]

we just tryna have a good time
and i’m just tryna spit some good rhymes
i’m like momma look i’m famous now
she’s like son right now is not a good time

[verse 2:slytedge]

fishing for hoes,real em’ in they bite the lure
i lure in the bait and lay her down like cow manure
she ride me like a bike,like she in the france of tour
right when she leave the crib i act like i never knew her
cuz i smash then dash,hope you had the time of your life
good riddance, fast cash never lasts
stacking up paper thats greener than spinach
hogwarts flow the best player in quidditch
but i still ain’t finished, leave a lasting image
of myself in the minds of you rappers
i climb inside behind your eyes and plant a mine in you rappers
then in due time, i close the blinds on you rappers
cuz i got all the shine, it’s night time man i’m sorry,it happens

[chorus]

[verse 3:slytedge]

this is hip hop, blood drip drop untill yo chest stop,beating
i come from a special breed of mc’s theres no defeatin me
i’m makin waves of the highest frequency
please do not speak to me
if you not on my level,turn up the b-ss and treble
fear strikes your face, you tremble
you look me in the eyes it’s like a greeting from the devil
good evening students, cl-ss is now in session
you’re not hear to talk about the cold war or the great depression
not to discuss four score or slave oppression
this the art of rap and y’all got some learning to do
about rakim, cool j and the 2 live crew
cuz in 69′ my momma was born, in 79’ hip hop was born
in 99′ i was born, every single time one away from a dime

- slytedge

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