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letra de the beast - stat quo

[intro: stat quo]
yeah! yeah!
i’m a motherf-ckin-
they let the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage
yeah!
talk to ’em

[verse 1: stat quo]
you’ve been forewarned, i mean harmed
to any n-gga takin’ cash out my palm
new york, la, in the a at the palms
i’m posted up, i’m the south coast don
put it on my moms, ring the alarm
cross me, it’s war, i’m here with the bomb
blowin’ sh-t up, treat hoes like lawns
cut ’em, get gone, that’s my life, homes
been a king, handcrafted my own throne
take a dollar, make it stretch for so long
hot like sumo wrestlеrs in the summer with coats on
you d-ck ride, lookin’ for nеw c-cks to hop on
mad cause i’m bringin’ the stanley cup home
that’s my real name, champion [?]
the rap game hostage, pay me the ransom
a glimpse of the tec will turn gs to dancers
[?] the new cancer
i’m spreadin’ out like them viruses do
comin’ to a city near you is the flu
a mc true, i came through
gave rap another view from a south perspective
our swag perfected, wake up, eatin’, “so what’s for breakfast?”
another squad, another crew, another rapper
a track, et cetera
[hook: stat quo & truth hurts]
they can’t stop me or hold me down
you are now listenin’ to the world-renowned
stat quo, out the a-town
listen close, you hear me now?
they let the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage
they let the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage
they let the beast out, the beast out, the beast out, the beast out
the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage, yeah
let’s go!

[verse 2: stat quo]
this is vintage, one of a kind, think of an instance
of a n-gga who was on the offensive
but goin’ hard, like his back’s on the fences
his game [?] these n-ggas hatin’ from the benches
[?] and it’s temptin’
they eat they ass up, like a modern day lynchin’
big bread is my only intention
if you meet for confrontation, approach with apprehension
cause it can lead to the suspension of your life
hundred million dollar man, everybody got a price
thanks to martin luther, i was born with the right
to be black and [?] stand up and fight
that’s king sh-t, you know the funny thing ’bout life?
it’s easy to do wrong, hard to do right
especially when you got poverty in your sight
f-ck ’em let ’em die, it’s either h-ll or christ
as you pursue the routes, stare straight or be trife
they ain’t given, you gotta earn them stripes
i tell a b-tch like this, “i ain’t buyin’ no ice
me make you my wife? get a job, yeah right
so you can get half?”
i’m settin’ up a class
to teach n-ggas with chips to avoid the wrath
for these no good [?] to take cash
try another n-gga, baby, i know math
[hook: stat quo & truth hurts]
they can’t stop me or hold me down
you are now listenin’ to the world-renowned
stat quo, out the a-town
listen close, you hear me now?
they let the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage
they let the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage
they let the beast out, the beast out, the beast out, the beast out
the beast out the motherf-ckin’ cage, yeah
let’s go!

- stat quo

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