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letra de jeremiah 47 - trurebel migs

[verse]
yeah yeah
ayo werd to jeremiah
i spit fire
from the pit
barkin’ on this sh-t
even if i muzzled you’ll get clipped
leave you bottomless
flow bottomless
from the bottom
run you up the tree of knowledge
drop you fruits
till you hit your roots
drove my routes
now it’s coupes
don’t cahoots
wit’ no n-ggas that don’t run and shoot
for the loot
money is the route of all evil
bout’ to stunt like evil kenevil
got this cannon for a snake, i peeped
n-ggas sleepin’, i wake em’ up
yeah
give em’ rope and i nip and tuck
so catch this snippet
a n-gga work ethic is something ridiculous
never slip with the metrics
i be sleepin’ in your studio
collect intelligence
i got your sleeping habits
got your eating habits
military tactics
every detail matters
need to read between the lines
dawg i need what’s mines
got the fear of god
i could see it in your eyes
never in mines
every time we talkin’
always walkin’
pacing back and forth and
i could write in chalk if
n-ggas try to black and ball me
ahiii
yeah
this is logic i’m talkin’ facts
n-ggas bout’ to make me relapse
i had to sit back
kick back
scheme about a plot
wifey got the alibi on lock
sh-t i got the drop
circle the block
hit a parking spot
peepin’ out the spot
here’s my shot
fading out my post
clutchin’ on my toast
had to hit that
tappin’ on your hatch
knock knock
come and chit chat
n-gga talkin’ bout’ he ain’t up
can i get back
time to wake him up
f-ck a clock
n-gga cl!ck clack
silence on the other side
sh-t i had to extract
precinct quarter mile away
this n-gga might be riff raff
and i ain’t tryna see no cubicle
this n-gga disreputable
he had the nerve to call me back
talkin’ bout’ he used to sell crack
thinkin’ ima fold
sh-t i love to break a n-gga like that
stupid n-gga don’t you see what it did to me
know my history
it ain’t a mystery
i got -rs-nals wit’ accessories
you in my book, you history
you f-ckin’ wit’ my celery
vivid memory of possesions
i’m possessed wit’ the vengeance of a youthful offender
(breath, breath)
i had to catch my temper
temperament in predator
temperature is burnin’ fury
then i remembered
that vengeance is the lords worry
but sh-t get blurry when my lords never worry
how could i burry this b-tch
i’m smart i know my art of war
i ain’t in no ditch
curveball ima pitch
ambidextrous for switch hitters
spit the remix
got my copy right
and now i’m shinnin’ bright
i’m blowin’ up like dynamite
and got my commas right
and now i’m rich

f-ck it, i’m off this sh-t

- trurebel migs

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