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letra de cruel & unuzual - soul puppets

[intro]

what do you think i’m losing all my chips?
[?] your -ss nigga

[verse 1]

even though i’m only one inch taller than napoleon
to begin, claustrophobia
you see the one that closin’ in on whack rappers
that attacked it, might incorrectly need a surgery
similar to appendectomy get left burn 3rd degree
purposely i’m on the prowl, build a ambush camp
it cause pain like nipple clamps
i’m not masochistic but these mc’s are too simplistic
can’t fuck with it, soul p’s too futuristic
it goin’ on and on and on (on and on…)
niggas makin’ me all like goofy
tryna rock this show in a 2 piece suit
what’s next? hats and cowboy boots?
anything to be down, how can i be a clown?
is the number one question, you get your nose pressed in
here’s suggestion, protect ya neck and keep checkin’
around the corner for the aroma of marijuana
which means the soul p’s are right upon ya
there’s no time to react
to subtract you from the formula in this equation
same bat-time, same station

[hook]

cruel and unuzual punishment, that’s what we add
minister sit back, you’re just a p-ssenger on this journey
heap misers don’t concern me, why not?
you’re not worthy of the soul p’s

[verse 2]

i’m tired of these part time rappers rhymin’ for the nine
these tracks closin’ in on you like a swollen eye
you holdin’ nine, but what you holdin’ is really back roads
we smash kids to bad boys and the bad kids to the parents
raised in these times of malice
where the average cannot manage
without a prayer, destined to be a failure
on the other side is victory (victory)
[?] tryna hit my knees
take the drug test even got me pissin’ weed
rippin’ you comedians to smithereens
there’s more to a shoulder hearin’ b-tches scream
green eyed contact and for you chicks will bleed
you never mixin’ me with some alcohol in the deckery
fat stacks of weed, they claim they smokin’ all night
the f-ggots lyin’ (i know) dree
i’ma smack them before even tryin’ me
with a pilot’s seat of the new space shuttle
you’re runnin’ late into the huddle
low plans, no man
got your spinal, is how we expose all your heads or vinyl
homicidal, you signed to left without the vital
no pose, no heartbeat, no audience so when stars meet
there’s no eclipse, just a sequence
explain the pattern, you’re followin’
now raise our saddle, bruised and battered
competition is left wishin’ (is left wishin’)

[hook]

cruel and unuzual punishment, that’s what we add
minister sit back, you’re just a p-ssenger on this journey
heap misers don’t concern me, why not?
you’re not worthy of the soul p’s

cruel and unuzual punishment, that’s what we add
minister sit back, you’re just a p-ssenger…
[?] your -ss nigga
…worthy of the soul p’s

- soul puppets

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