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letra de money where yo' mouth is - speed on the beat

[verse one: speed on the beat]
white horses, black devils…black angels, with a shovel
about to triple h these n-ggas, bury them with no help bruh
h-ll son, i melt them with devastating efficiency
silly b, i k!ll the team, revive their dream, then excel son
no skeletons left in this closet, didn’t you listen to s4?
yes. wh0r-s wanna f-ck me, but past that i’ve matured
and i don’t turn up no more, the dial done been broke off
you can’t get rid of the film that i’ve put inside the boards
get it? movie, film, can’t wash with dial soap, won’t get rid of me
if that went over your head, then man? i can only hope
that you choke on the ropeless soap, or use the rope to k!ll yourself
apologies for offense? naw, i can’t bite my tongue kid
but they want respect, and of course, i get that
but you saying my bad, won’t bring my people back
just like your hoodies, and pauses didn’t for trayvon
they’re the martyrs, but we’re the ones that need to press on (so come on!)

[hook: speed on the beat]
it’s time to put your money where your mouth is!
f-ck your profiles and instagram messages
it’s time to put your money where your mouth is!
will you die for something or fall for anything?
it’s time to put your money where your mouth is!
no more half–ssing, i’m asking this question
if you’re so militant, when it all goes down
will you run or will you stand your ground? (stand your ground)

[verse two: speed on the beat]
ran into a lot of “revolters,” that run all through the net
looking at naked wh0r-s, falling for thirst traps
but yet they still claim that they’re holier than thou
then how come my team p-sses on every first attempt
to try to take us down? cause we’re above that sh-t
not above t-ts and -ss, but above faking
like we’re some gods, cause even immortals fall off
but the difference between us, immortals don’t stay off (ha ha)
we don’t get lost in the p-ssy, or drown in swimming pools
we don’t pop a bunch of pills, wild out end up on the news
and we don’t need to throw shots, we’re above all your feuds
so when you b-st-rds elevate, then you can proceed to
attack, but until then? you better fall the f-ck back
you’re not ready, like baby sipping three shots of jack!
you better nut up and end it all, ‘fore we do it for you
one less fake militant, the world will have to suffer through

[hook]

[verse three: speed on the beat]
told ’em i’d let it breathe, but i’m a m-s-ch-st
suffocate the beat when i speak and dump on the system grids
hit the kids with simple sh-t, complex to those who don’t understand it
stranded, left the game, i have, abandoned the gimmicks
still the best in the world, don’t let anyone tell you other lies
lock in vice grips on the skulls of insolent fools watch ’em die
to beat us you can try…
you thought i’d slow down in my old age?
i’ve been making music since before most of you were born, why?
even the thought of having that thought’s r-t-rded
i’m not biting my tongue for no one, i’m a futuristic droid no pc
but no monae, leave ’em b-tching and moaning to the fact
that i’m a king in this thang, please believe me when i say that…
and i’m back like cooked crack…
speed on the beat, death of the king top that

- speed on the beat

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