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letra de what it is - the ill spoken

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[intro: franchise]
it’s ill spoken, franchise

[verse 1: franchise]
yo, i’ve been illin’ since a youngin, and i’m still the truth
just give me a microphone so i can come conceal the truth
an animal; the way i k!ll this booth
untamed, so put your shotguns down, ’cause this—
illin’ since a youngin, and i’m still the truth
just give me a microphone so i can come conceal the—
illin’ since a youngin, and i’m still the truth
just give me a microphone so i can—
illin’ since a youngin, and i’m still the truth
just give me a microphone so i can come conceal the truth
an animal; the way i k!ll this booth
untamed, so put your shotguns down
’cause this glaze heat i’m here to tacklе now (woo)
beat it up, get inside thе track’s mid-section
a flow this flame could only be a clear blessin’ (you know it)
that pittsburgh black and gold, you know what they’re reppin’ (412)
it’s steel city ’til i’m clear breathless
or on my way to the gates, blowin’ haze ’til i’m near heaven
calm dude ’til you tick me off, then i am [?] devilish (uh)
slice the flesh, break ’em down, eat ’em dahmer style (ooh)
tim mcveigh when i play the way i’m bombin’ sounds
tnt through your speakers, we the real roasters (uh-huh)
the [?] and the ill spoken (let’s go)
so that’s more words, more herb, [?] for the smoke session (uh)
only the finest [?]
[interlude: beedie & franchise]
uh, yeah, fran (uh-huh)
and that’s [?] sh-t, you know? i feel you (oh, you already know)
ayo, [?], we gotta come together, man (for sure)
this the 412 union (let’s pull the curtains down and count this money, beedie)
ill spoken (easy mac, what it is?)

[pre-chorus: mac miller]
it’s gon’ be 412 ’til the death of me
and if a homie got a problem, he can let it be
’cause if he mess with me, i’ma turn his life into a playground
what you haters gotta say now? (b-tch)

[chorus: mac miller & franchise]
so what it is? (what it is?) what it do? (what it do?)
when you see me, i be chillin’ with the crew (with the crew)
it’s for the 412, homie, this is our year (it’s our year)
so what you think you doin’ here? (haha, yo)

[verse 2: beedie]
i got my grip up on the gauge (who wan’ play?)
with a ziploc of haze, always rockin’ fresh sh-t up on the stage (it’s what it is)
i guess it’s just how i was raised (look)
we can unload four grips on the page, no matter difference in age
so check the [?], your [?] said [?] back of the truck (well)
i don’t give a f-ck if y’all don’t like it, ’cause i’m ready for war (uh-huh)
step outta line’ll get you cut with a machete in four
it’s the ill spoken and franchise (what?)
we stand high, pockets fat like i’m pant-sized
you man’s try to tell his fam how he ran [?]
but, d-mn, why you gotta lie?
i only talk about my life when you fantasize [?] (biotch)
’cause this is real man business
head to the top whether or not you can feel that, b-tches (uh-huh)
’cause now i’m rushin’ in ya spot, let me do my, do my thing (thing)
we could blow away the world with the sh-t we soon to bring (what?)
[interlude: beedie]
ya dig? and that’s just what it is
hey, yo, easy mac, man, i don’t think they really understand
when we tryna tell ’em this a movement, man
we comin’ up, tryna do our thing, east end empire, man
holler at us

[pre-chorus: mac miller]
it’s gon’ be 412 ’til the death of me
and if a homie got a problem, he can let it be
’cause if he mess with me, i’ma turn his life into a playground
what you haters gotta say now? (b-tch)

[chorus: mac miller & franchise]
so what it is? (what it is?) what it do? (what it do?)
when you see me, i be chillin’ with the crew (with the crew)
it’s for the 412, homie (yo), this is our year (ill spoken, it’s our year)
so what you think you doin’ here? (yo, wrap it up)

[verse 3: mac miller]
see, these elmer mc’s will get stuck just like some paste
and everybody else, get the f-ck up out my face (b-tch)
y’all comin’ for my spot like you runnin’ in a race
like you runnin’ from the jakes, but you runnin’ in your place (ha)
roll a blunt up with some haze, get blowed and lay straight
my hustle to make cake
[?] cats play my tape, so come out your bathing apes
if you ever look to battle, find me in the crooks & castles
i’m a fresh lil’ rap p-ssy, i’m automatic, watch me auto-mac it
i just thought i’d rap it as i kick it back
relaxed, i’m swag up in a starter jacket (d-mn)
that’s easy, laid back in sweatpants
come up to a b-tch, kiss her left hand, let’s dance (hey, baby)
i’m a gentleman, don’t make me lose my [?]
my bomb in this telegram will send him down to neverland (ha)
la la land, stars and cartoons
aquaman here to split you with blades and harpoons (chyeah)
[interlude: mac miller]
that’s how it is, man, you know what it is
how high: the mixtape, rated r, dj diggz
east end empire, homie
and all the family, the whole f-ckin’ family, let’s get it

[pre-chorus: mac miller]
it’s gon’ be 412 ’til the death of me
and if a homie got a problem, he can let it be
’cause if he mess with me, i’ma turn his life into a playground
what you haters gotta say now? (b-tch)

[chorus: mac miller & franchise]
so what it is? (what it is?) what it do? (what it do?)
when you see me, i be chillin’ with the crew (with the crew)
it’s for the 412, homie, this is our year (it’s our year)
so what you think you doin’ here? (haha, yo)

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