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letra de press ya luck - snowgoons

[verse one]
a lot of these rappers they wanna brag
see they got a big head but they ain’t got a big onion bag
meaning t-st-cl-s, don’t ever try to test the flow
my timing is timeless, my wordplay is impeccable
i’ma disrespect you though
and i have to let you know
n.o.k. is the fam and you know that i rep it yo
on a higher level giving all you n-ggas vertigo
test if you want but you defeating the purpose though
name is myk!ll miers i’m the king of the murder flow
metaphors samurai sword that’ll hurt you though
thuggery is virtual, you gangsta on the n-gga net
put the mic through your windpipe, i’m ’bout to slit your neck
slicing and dicing, i’m tyson in his prime
the nicest on the mic yo i’m precise with a rhyme
and i’m
carson’s finest
you rewind this
hemisfear’s behind this

[scratch hook]
you wanna front what? jump up and get buck
if you’re feeling lucky duck then press ya luck

[verse two]
p-ss the mic, i take flight like an astronaut
i’ll blast a lot whether i if i got cash or not
i got a master pot to make a faster knot
a legendary knight to slice sir lancelot
infect you with a disease, let the cancer rot
kick you in the crotch, grown rappers that dance a lot
i ain’t from houston but you know that i rap-a-lot
mc’s talk trash they get they adam’s apple shot
i’m chris paul to y’all when i p-ss the rock
or like pau gasol with an accurate shot
or like jason statham when i’m blasting a glock
i’m mind blowing when i’m blowing out the back of your knot
you’re doper than me? you know d-mn well that you’re not
how you running streets, you’re not even the man on your block
a one man gang, you and your man can get dropped
a runaway train n-gga and i can’t be stopped

[scratch hook]

[verse three]
a lot of n-ggas talk a good game
but i be on the push man i’m really not playing
these rap cats on the mic really got slain
crossing my path is like walking in front of a plane
all that remains is bone and blood stains
yo, it ain’t a thang i don’t roll with a gang
i roll with -ss-ssins that are military trained
that k!ll from long range put bullets in your brain
give me a beer and a black and i act a fool
i grab the pen like a mac then i blast a fool
these young cats wear funny clothes like they -ss is cool
the teacher is teaching so send they -ss back to school
ha, they got more learning to do
’bout to head up overseas got more earning to do
ha, the minute that i came in the do’
i had to let you know that i k!ll it with the flow yo

[scratch hook]

- snowgoons

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