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letra de without a parachute - thomas prime

intro: awon
man these n-ggas, just gettin on this fly sh-t, tryna be fly, they comin with that monkey sh-t, watching mtv, watchin n-ggas gettin they outfits, picking they sh-t out of magazines, lookin like a straight pop culture skateboard or some sh-t man, i’ve been fly since 1992 polo stadium b-tches

verse 1: awon
the realist n-gga in this post modern movement
now everybody wanna be up on some cool sh-t
still giving you the music you can move with
with all out tutorials to those who were stupid
like, heavy set n-ggas in skinny jeans
pop culture really gravitates to anything
awon will decapitate any king
my goal in the game is to acquire many rings
like mj, age old sensei, flow caliente
or modo modo, i’m so global
ya’ll n-ggas without passports is so local
b-tches think i’m an assh0l-, i’m so vocal
energy kinetic, justice poetic
ego trippin ain’t never apologetic
half of your high price outfits are pathetic
and black number 3 from 94 i’m the freshest

verse 2: awon
i never let a blog tell me how to dress
i was in low onesies, newborn fresh
junior high was pascal guess
tommy hill stripes, across my chest with the la text
you know i still caught wet like the boys club
dismantle toy thugs like gi joe & transformers
stay under the cheerleaders skirts like black warmers
crushed the talent show even then i was a performer
so to all of ya’ll who just started rhyming
wait a little while cuz i’m not done shining
good for me but for me it’s bad timing
the underground in the street, n-ggas cosigning
the illest cat you ever heard call him heathcliff
trash all you riff raff n-ggas kicking that weak sh-t
it’s no secret like victoria
n-ggas paranoid like the battle over nas on they cornea

verse 3: awon
i’m paying all my dues without coupons
so i can pull up and ask pass the great group-on
kneeling low when something when the roof gone
top fold like a futon
n-ggas just gettin on when i was on in 03
you know i stay clean like i got ocd
and a got them b-tches back on opp fam
now n-ggas callin me an odb d-mn
sick lyrical, punchlines subliminal
crunch time is minimal, no sweat for generals
lunchtime is everytime i kick a rhyme
and find n-ggas with gourmet design to devour
like hors d’oeuvre, understand four words
you will not win is a sin f-cking with him, i’ll push it in
like a phone call, i’m tired of being on
the game i’m peeing on
like toilet seats if you weak

- thomas prime

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