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letra de lamb chops - trippy j

(trippy j)

you see when times get hard, you gotta be harder
(thats a b-n-r joke)
anyway‚ these two artists come from different parts of the world
the us‚ and the us
that’s all i got
lehman? h-llo? le-

(lehman)

okay‚ now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to venice
it’s me and t-r-i-2 p-y-j cooking like chemists
k!lled a rapper last month every word you know i meant it
i just cashed a check a couple days ago already spent it

born up in 2000 but i gotta keep the 90’s sh-t
lyricism’s coming back and there ain’t no denying it
iron fist, smacking these rappers where they v-g-n- is
everything i say you know i’m living i ain’t lying kid, i’m lion kid‚ flow for the pack and i keep the pride in it
rappers out here taking my flow, that’s what a biter is
defining “b-tch” every time these rappers h-t the mic and sh-t
sn-tch a chain the moment you spoke, i’m like a cyclist

you couldn’t handle bars if they were put in both your palms
a broken arm is what you leaving with‚ hit the smoke alarm
i’m going off and this is fire dog, kids withholding bombs
i’ll smack you with the same mic that you records your vocals on

iller with any deliverance k!llin’ this
lehman and goat are some synonyms
givin’ em hits till they choke on the pen
a definitive k!ller that’s close to the sedatives

i’m taking em all to the face
and i’m chasing the game as a part of the race
and my placement is great, never party with snakes
but i put em in place like a dog in his cage

straight up, who said that i don’t want the vert smoke?
you got it backwards, give me everything your verse holds
they burn slow and if i’m being blunt then i don’t like ya joints
for sure dope, promise everything i ever write’s on point

(trippy j)

i promise everything that i write is on point
chasing my dreams in written form i have tight joints
premeditated murder on a track don’t wanna disappoint but
dis a point i wanna make and dis a point right at your face

freeze-frame, life in slow-motion may god show grace
i ain’t with the hood sh-t but i’ll show an exposed face
ex posing with another man, hope that she has good taste

i get a sour one, this is our one, this is hour one
i allowed someone to go devour the
confidence that i had, when i was outta some
y’all are way too c-mbersome , columbus y’all have sour gums
empower young artists to not listen to all the doubting ones

i cowered under the showers from god but he was
being a d-ck and told me to scour the land and reap the
fruits of the other son, here’s another one
y’all suck on me, y’all zuckerman

when you see my face you book it, the novelty
traveled across the 7 seas
still couldn’t see the bullsh-t right infront of me
it seems as if my self esteem’s controlling me, take out the batteries
’cause guess what boy
i can’t be charged if they do not know its me

i don’t give a f-ck to give, frankly i have nun
the only plug i know’s the one that stops a bath tub
in other words you could say i’m clean-ging on to my last braincell
my whole body’s going numb

i’ll destroy the odds i see
20/20 vision the odyssey
a year i’ll be 18
in my prime a math sheet

you just can’t match me, i am tori-bashing
aikido move black jujitsu atwinganomo blameeng

(lehman)

the rap game, i carry that b-tch like i’m the seven dwarves
fan of me cause i ain’t scared to say what they ain’t said before
catch me in the carpool lane, i got a headless corpse
racket on the net and i ain’t talking bout a tennis court

(trippy j)

racket on the net and i ain’t talking bout a tennis court
charged with racketeering now i’m going to the tennis court
talk about a ghost rider. homie i’m the headless horse
walk into your house and start doing the worm on the floor

(lehman)

call me frankenstein but y’all would bolt if i get at ya neck
y’all just act hard i read your comments and they had me dead

we bring the rounds and jump squares like it was checkers
wanna check us?
come and get us
dog, we hit you with a match of chess

(trippy j)

we hit you with a match of chess, rookies befriend other p-wns
but 2 knight i’ll turn em into a bed spread

open palms, open psalms open solomon
i’m the king n is real
the kink in this reel
i write with the sh-t and the way that i feel, so ill

water the other ways
you rappers have no flow, dam
damaging your soul
solo for so long i’m so low
so long to my old foes
i know its hard when i say no

you’re no match for me or lehman so leave or get toasted
you f-ckin bread roll

hooha

- trippy j

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