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letra de sota baby - the activists

verse 1 (aq):

yeah i’m from the land of of the lakes
home of like 10,000 fakes
and people who told me that they miss the old me like they bought a copy of fate
prima donnas gon’ cop me a case
free pajamas and slop in the hennepin
cuz i just say f-ck it and go kirby puckett
when i deconstruct the fifth element
picked up the pen to break records it’s evident
i am the kevin garnett of intelligence
label me spacey, i’ll turn you to federline
like a supremacist turned to the president
f-ck it i’m duckin’ the donald
flow be like rosie odonell
or joey fatone, i suppose if he chose to be solemn
put minneap on the map
if my capital stay on st paul cuz
i wrote every column
starrin’ the tribune
i pioneer when they press me to fit through
you either zimmerman, dylan or willing
to k!ll for the crown and they still try to prince you
puffin’ the purple
nerdy like urkel
you cannot fit, ain’t no squares in my circle
tat on my sternum, status internal
crispy like colonel
quincy inferno
the byrd is the word and i murder it verbal
emergency, eulogize b-mpin’ tunes
get a grip like durant now i’m bridging the gap, 35w
there ain’t another q
i could be a t.i.p
or a p.o.s
with the b.i.c. my free write be so treach
in minnesota i don’t see one threat
i know a couple mothaf-ckas i could reference that would be upset
but charlemagne’s we don’t heed the envy
even when the ebro’s and the primo’s test me
cuz the 32nd state rarely breeds an mc
i got two 16’s for the ones who rep me like
i’m carmelo, my anthony town’s on
ski-u-mah, student debt i’m a graduate
got the power to mauer my sound strong
i’m a viking a twin and an activist
my fits be on gerald but f. scott
i love when my kourtney give wet top
play the station then switch her to xbox
in my state no one taught me except prof

chorus (aq):

i pop that sota baby, it’s always on ice
i’m from that, state, where they say people nice
politely, no fugazi, that ain’t my type
i might be, goin’ wavy, they caught in the hype
i need a, sota baby, who love to get down
i’m talkin’ queen, but she don’t need a crown
if she a colder lady, then the ones in this town
then i’ll be, pouring gravy, i’ll show you how not to drown

(slagz)

sota baby (that’s my baby)
sota baby, (pop that, pop that)
sota baby, (pop, pop)
sota baby

verse 2 (slagz):

hey
small town boy living in the cities
rollin’ with my brothers like the cohen’s riding with me
i got 2 chains with 3 lynx
got 4 wolves with 5-8s
6 deep with 7 twins
9 targets with 10,000 lakes
anything is possible i get that shit from kevin (got it)
love me at the avenue but first i’m at the 7th
ain’t a myth, general my mills again
mayo clinic when i’m dead
catch me open at the x
goin’ wild like the feds
i be up in calhoun
hold up, bde maka ska
yell out timber then it falls
atmosphere, dem atlas gone
hold up, soundcheck
let me get my soundset
knock it out like k!llebrew
y’all see who got the crown next

*chorus*

- the activists

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