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letra de look alive - specifics

fuck waiting for the beat ima crack these streets open like jailbreaks
sweet, the only flavor we can repeat
with no stable mates breathing my savory breeze
fatally sneeze on the track, label it the greatest cd
dining table with the diamond needle squeaking on my vinyl plate
please, im trying to eat mc’s in peace
fry em em grease, you cook em live, ima repeat the hook and
jive to the illness think twice conceived
call it vibes, goodness, some kind of fuckin fly pudding
if rap was tonic i put the cap on and shook it
and douse dips, the house party kids i shout scripts
the child golden chickens down loads with no mouse clicks

if you choose to party like no tomorrow is due
get live with gold body
look alive
and move your sorry -ss
im hooked on your kind
the glorious

i floss raps, paper scr-ps, jaws and traps
stiletto metal cross etched in my neck bone
inverted words sketched on walls ghetto the kid
holding melon is gold, several karats, we’re old fellows
my flow is the medicine
kept us in good health, whenever alb-ms on the shelves are
embarr-ssing or they’re sedatives, i flex my mouth
every syllable a black dot spilling my ink
on heavy chemical tablets i scratch thoughts
you villains should think fast
shotgun miller genuine draft, drop your mic, dash
im nice like broads drunk
god’s sons false like bronze fronts and ice rhinestones
yall just run around in circles like time zones

laid back and chillin
talk about the treats on the tv screen with my fellow james bond
villains swillin
everything short of a pigsty by picked eyelashes, thin
we mixed dry gin and sip tastefully
dips with grace, bullies and high school scarfaces get laced
boogie and break
i make sounds like wookie, get down with fly bookies
trying to pay me back with cookie baggies
on the dance floor ducking like daney sippin was lucky
shuffle kicks, lazy gimps, fuckin crazy pimps
with handstand punches, that stun bystanders
and drunk chicks chewing up banana bunches
we slide bannisters the camera shy amateurs night
shadowy crime fighter slash rhyme -n-lyast
we step syncopated, get a drink so fast my tip will hit the table
after kids have drained it
we pose half toasted
pull my half bow back and blow kiss prey frozen in the focus
like ice cubes, busy meltin in they fizzy melon mixes yo
my flow is dizzy, seldom spoken with shitty fellows and punks trying
to crowed me
only write rhymes when im drunk or when im drowsy the crown
you only sound phony trying to pronounce your ownership of this
in hip hop, or your town, city, and block
im like the fist knocking down boxers, claiming the shit they rub on
my glove
is to fog their vision of being the top kid rocking a mic
like you was actually holdin a d-ck, not even beating off right
what the fuck

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