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letra de ring the alarm (stalag riddim freestyle) ft. cambatta - tabs

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this ain’t a novella, no dream or hope seller
dirty and underground, i wrote this in a cold cellar
this sn-tch rappers off stage at coach-lla
take um behind the shed and put one in they head like old yeller
they call me goldmember, all access coppin’
i’m not a lakers legend but i have a magic johnson
claim you the man but there’s a m-ssive problem
you a f-g in person and yo b-tch is the drag version of action bronson
you know the math to keep track of the cats i’m stomping
got hard fists of knuckles son, what you f-ggots want then?
i’m taking heads and smashing comp
when i get my rhyme on i’m like nylon from all these cats i’m stalking/stocking
no fooling but foes losing from what i’m producing
your dough is slow moving, don’t know what you hoes doing
i can teach you about the master zone, i’m no student
ironically i’m in a cl-ss of my own like homeschooling
so conceded, left your hoe soaked and seeded
hope you see it cuz if you don’t you won’t believe this
so sick, i told your b-tch to hold my p-n-s
thinking with my d-ck so when she jerked me off it was a stroke of g*nius
f-ck your swag, i’ll bag your foreign hottie
don’t need a foldback but i’ll leave her bent out of shape like origami
these wh0r-s mad cuz i’m more than sort of c-cky
and i’m quick to use their michael kors bag as a porta potty
caught a body, call somebody before your crew dies
i fathered your style, should’ve had my tubes tied
you don’t be out on these dark streets, you lying
and your weed about as loud as the heartbeat on a fruit fly
too high, sitting on a different level
the sh-t that’s in my mental is equipped to rip the instrumental
f-ck what you thought, this kid is sick and vengeful
using your girl as a nut rag, that’s how i come/c-m across disrespectful

[cambatta]

bless you, let the rhythm get you
my skin is special tinted liquid metal
meditating, lower limbs resemble twisted pretzels
i’m the giant that isn’t gentle when gripping pencils
i’m as vicious as pits in kennels, that pistol wet you
i’m the premonition yamauchi got when he did nintendo
h-llo, fill a spliff up with the piff essentials
smoking so much that my p-ss is green, it isn’t yellow
they call me mr. mellow
the fire fighter
the highesiah
in my empire
v-g-n- diver
retired diamond miner
the higher dime supplier
in fine attire
the hyper cypher rhymer, you’re inside my diper
divine designer of the prada that you’ll find inside ya
the modern time messiah of gaie like ?? ??
liver, got the beaker with the potion in it
drinking, i had a seizure cuz i over did it
g*niuses don’t know of limits
i’ll leave my p-n-s in a hoe and finish
sleeping with the cleanest of the holy women
trippin’, habitual hallucinater
inner visions of a music player
as i listen to your human prayers
i tell them hit me on my two way pager
my life is scripted and my luke a vader
batta

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