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letra de shaolin gunfire - stack skrilla & jay nice

[intro: sample & tha god fahim]
the holy mountain is a film outside the tradition of criticism
and review

uh
muh’f-ckin’ rap n-ggas get on my nerves, man (uh)
n-ggas be full of goof, man – goofy n-ggas, man
check it

[verse 1: tha god fahim]
i won’t stop ’til the bag drop
poverty’s not a option, i’m coppin’ more than my last drop
while you out posin’ as mascot, i’m holdin’ for cash crop
i move from my last spot
i’m a rich n-gga, so i need a rich b-tch
a quick lift, repent; i’ll let the clip spit (doo doo doo doo doo!)
always had the gift, flexin’ with my richness
it’s a cold world, i gotta be relentless
blood in the ocean, bodies in the ground
heavy is the head of the king that wears the crown
blessin’ your ears with the melanated sounds
they love this thugged-out sh-t, the way i holds it down
it’s too much money to be made just to lay around
i’m just a member of the tribe that was lost and found
this limited art sh-t got the highest price in town
[verse 2: stack skrilla]
yeah
i’m callin’ shots, i’m at the spot
i’ll have ’em dropped in a drop-top
crew business, don’t move, stupid
i’m makin’ wise decisions, lose interest when you move different
i need the coupe kitted, bang my sh-t ’til the youth listens
either build [?] with a few vixens, our views different
your cool wishlist
my aura did it, love how i spit it
get you for your nine digits, tell nore i’m slime
i done changed and n-ggas still droppin’ dimes
vitamin c, take this iron, my love is blind, bullsh-t
i might take the time, forever dumpin’, ayo
‘preme, fah, need i say no mas? rappin’ at the holy mas’
bring the task force, what for? i got a gun store
used to sell drugs, now i pump raw
shaolin gunfire, we the gods, nothin’ higher
praise us or meet your death
just me, my bars and my loneliness

[verse 3: jay nice]
i’m speakin spanish with my cuban dawg (that’s right)
boy, i’m the man with all the blueprints, dawg (facts)
catch me standin’ like i’m stupid tall (uh-huh)
i’m in the phantom with the crew sh-t on
hammer to your two year old (ch-cha, ch-cha!)
make you abandon your accoutrements (give it up, my n-gga)
can it, loser, you ain’t got no juice at all – d-mnit, you a fraud
i’m ’bout to slam you on a two-by-four (woo!)
i run the planet with crew and ball
these n-ggas never understand it, they confused, but i’m appalled, look (i’m appalled, my n-gga)
mankind, with the mask, i’m sl!ck foley (yeah)
i’m no one-trick pony, spark the gas, then l!ck the bogey (that’s right)
and if son get boldy (what?), i’ll grab the fifth slowly (uh-huh)
then start clappin’ fast and then attack his big homie (dr-r-r!)
the dark skin m-s-ch-st, i stab and get h-rny (uh)
then give the world my ass to kiss, my habits get lonely
with shogunn and stack, it’s a wrap for this story (stack whatup?)
but motherf-ckers don’t know the half, it get gory (motherf-cker)
i’m not sorry

- stack skrilla jay nice

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