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letra de alone in the lower - verbal mcmahon

[verse 1]
see the monster’s silhouette in the doorway
dealers never dry, get wet right in broad day
my aunt and uncles smoked cigarettes in the hallway
tell lies to kids, face light up like broadway
tell hoes “let’s get to business, we could skip the foreplay”
me and 3 of ’em, call it fatal four-way
and you ain’t seein’ em, k!llin’ em’s my forte
like matt in chicago, ya holla bravo
the motto is simple, the leader you must follow
and bow to your highness; if not, you minus
hip hop, the finest; verbal be the one
light my herbal with the sun and smoke it til i’m sky high
now we in sync, tell em babies bye bye
shoot the gift, think it’s a driveby when i ride by
such a fly guy, shine bright enough to blind eyes
use your other senses to try and sense this
rap you defenseless, never stop, so relentless
the memory is fading but don’t forget this

[hook]
she left through the door, so i guess that it’s over
i write this alone in the lower
carry my city on my back with a chip on my shoulder
i write this alone in the lower
and everyday is war, all my n-ggas are soldiers
i write this alone in the lower
and the nights gettin’ colder, try catchin’ me sober
i write this alone in the lower

[verse 2]
keep a few that i trust, even fewer that i love
my father’s junior, same wit & humor
came with the future, the past still intact though
with wrath how he rap flows, the ave where the macs blow
for math, just add dough; cheese aka cash flow
l-sso the demons, spray the s-m-n, pray for it to miss
black book: if you hate, you on the list
the game just foul so i’m flagrant with the hits
have faith in the devil, and always fear the lord
cause the devil work serious, the lord work mysterious
you awestruck, delirious, as is everybody else
please not verb, try anybody else
the headboppin’ won’t stop as long as i rock
came from the bottom of the lower now i’m gone to the top
dance on water, aura: sodom & gomorrah, now drop
the author of the horror, slaughter, to the altar you flock

[hook]

yeah, peace to the lower east side; 6th borough
love to all my n-ggas that rome these streets
my son cgod
the madscientist
gee up in here, pipeline
my son thimon with the thour
shooter steve
e-crack, emil best; what up my n-ggas?
yeah

- verbal mcmahon

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