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letra de firstworld - subhas

ay man remember that one time you said you ain’t never robbed no one before?
truth be told, you gangsta as f-ck
you see we lie we cheat we steal we k!ll we deal we do all these things brother
this is the first world, utopia
you know what you firstworld as f-ck man
let me tell you a story, man hop in the ride

[fauxe]
i get so high
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down
we don’t see both sides
i guess we alright
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down but
we don’t see both sides
i guess we alright… right.. right…

i get so high
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down
we don’t see both sides
i guess we alright
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down but
we don’t see both sides
muhf-cka we
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck

enter the swashbuckling
chucking a 40, chuckling
my mind thoughts shuffling
swallowing these supplements
stir the pot, keep it bubbling
my intentions are troubling
secure the bag, duffeling
product of my government
still married to the money in-laws deceased
still keep it hood so we keeping all the receipts
still screaming f-ck the police as poetic releasin’
it’s payback season best believing we got a reason
it’s a potluck, welcome in to my kitchen to see
moc-ssin democracy, formaldehyde under the seats
and i’m mortified
vicious cycle mad rickety
remedy where the liquor be
cabinet past expiry
they swerving testa rosa
from they cribs down in sentosa
i prepared the toast
the yaaaam say ‘for the ambrosia, i told ya
that thinly veiled surprised
right between your eyes
full disclosure rocking with my soldiers
dinners not so kosher

[fauxe]
i get so high
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down
we don’t see both sides
i guess we alright
chillin’ in the ride
got the windows down but
we don’t see both sides
muhf-cka we
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck
first world as f-ck

you know i hate small talk, dinner time conversation
had enough of that debating with satan
verbatim he told me to up the f-cking ante
al dente cook em no shade like fenty
leave the chamber empty
you must die a vigilante
f-ck singing bout being poor right?
this is in singapore, right?
pull up in the horse wh0r-s wet off of the decor, right?
tell these rap rupi kaur’s i’m out here settling scores
cleaning game like a ch0r-, opening every sore
so i secured a plan to have their fate in my hands as they gnawed on the feta
enjoying their final dinner, everythings set up to more than ruffle a few feathers
my team some supreme brothers, esteemed pleasure, ready for whatever
watched the conversation move to a different direction
they getting erections money the topic of discussion
engrossed in the meal, talkin’ bout robbin and stealin
waiting to rush to the steel, then they were totally distracted

subhas, this is your conscience
you hear me speaking?
your confidence peaking
while they feasting leave them leaking
remember your modus operandi
is to see em all deceased
rigor mortis head to feet
indecision’s your pet peeve
hold up
what if they strapped
what if they scheming
feeling so trapped
remember keep breathing
if you wear your heart on your sleeve
your clothes gon catch a bleeding
you got my blessings
spray em all teach em all a lesson
turn them thousand island dressing with your weapon that sweet 377
use it right now, don’t compromise your position
and i promise that
you’ll be remembered like guinness
leave em all dead with no witness
no weakness, now just finish business there’s no folding
but i really wonder what it is that temasek’s holding?
it don’t f-cking matter grab the mask and start exploding
cos who’s really sinner if you let ‘em enjoy their dinner
and give them a p-ss, and failed to hold them to task
then you the new middle cl-ss
no more questions to ask
no more questions just spazz

stood up for my salvo snapped back out of my thoughts
exquisite corpse, saw them sprawled out on their seats like a crime scene
obscene opulence stomachs burst from the seams, blood spilled all green
the table completely clean, one h-ll of a binge
viola, they all died, from foie gras
cooked just how they like it by the book like it’s a fatwa
turns out degrees and foreign cars
the greed the coup de grace
i never got very far
with my grand plan
i guess all you need to do is keep feeding the man

- subhas

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