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letra de groseller (feat gres & d forteller) - toast salini

[intro]
chui got it
this one right here is over due man
the wizard, forteller
the great gres
toast
battle, street, reality
salini music

[verse 1: toast]
been s-xing these mics for quite a while
flexible i f-ck em in any style
interchanging the energy, keeping me ahead for miles
simmer down theres a grown man speaking here
you only thinking you’re grown you’re wet behind the ear
couldn’t figure out your purpose if i hand it to you
too busy following the trend of n-ggas lying to you
only orchestrate real raps no free falls
elevation without eating all the meat b-lls
your mouth full and you still ain’t getting nowhere
paraplegic, line rhyme get him a wheel chair
only thing between us, opportunities here
so you can miss me with the ice grills and stares
tragic, you only gaining in the same spot
change ya plot, you in a bucket of crabs with have-nots
pedestal flow, these n-gga don’t [?]
walk alone in the dark, go ahead and flex ya art
razor sharp i will buck 50 your -ss apart
royal place where we be earning what you claim in here
lyrical voltage equivalent to electric chairs

[verse 2: g.r.e.s]
picture me with a scar
thats when i obliterate squads, decipitate arms
have a aids victim raping your moms
f-ck with mines, burn you with cigars
run you over with a car, scope you with the ar
imagine me being broke?
thats when i rob rich folks, pitch c0ke
leave drug lords wit slit throats
got earners to take it
got burners off safety
since the 80s we go loco we all crazy
still holding book bags with cans
still holding backpacks with gats
i’m a trip so f-ck around you’ll be bon voyage
i’ll have you feeling defeat, like a foot m-ssage
sparring more than fencing, carve your dome til headless
-rs-nic expression, cartilages melting
cut neck to take necklace, when i invade your premise
i love hate expressions, i rush gates you take exits

[verse 3: d forteller]
toast, gres, d forteller wrecking the game
cross hairs on chest plates and muscles ending the pain
dis-ssembling membrains insane, lessons is played
adjust the aim, bust slugs crumble the grain
double bubble your frame, don’t stumble mumble your name
it’s all in the same you’re lucky d is huddled in vain
they’re creeping to slay, mysterious vulturous ways
[?] but i’m stuck in my ways
loosen the chains of my hustling slaves, captured
and still trust in the same stuck in a cave actor
smack a manufacturer by these government ways
supplement stains, my lyrics.. too much for your fame
wouldn’t trust if you paid, wrapped a ripped through
a dysfunctional pray, been rapping since before you were made
since papers hanging off, your industrial drain
360 degrees around my circ-mference you lame

- toast salini

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