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letra de live in the basement - vinny crook$

(prod. by taebeast)

(verse 1)
twist my fingers till my dreams come out the blue
come out the booth feel like i spit about a thousand truths
they put the battery on my back since then i had the juice
bad boy since diddy, your triumphs without a fluke
from twin cities to harlem, down to compton’s zoo
wear gold chains to rock the noose, that’s strange fruit
swear they pick your pockets too, used to cop a baby deuce
stashed in the dash of my coupe, subtract the roof
vinny the villain currently reeling in currency been preaching
writing letters to hebrews, pullin your b-tch like scorpion
beat that p-ssy up like ike did tina baby he yes
never regress, keep my wordplay street like kids at recess
ghetto activist sipping actavis, who fathoms this
og with olde in my chalices
on the run with savages aiming for your cabbages
bringing pain like sodium to knee caps with bandages
words like the sword in the hands of maximus
baby nine i brought to show and tell, pop the clip and sh-lls
it ain’t hard to tell, always excel, conniver raising h-ll
i never fail ya, rap like i’m flipping keys no sympathy
murder symphony, pistol grippin, pistol whipping stick it
in a politicians mouth, poke eyes on my beanie
been leaning on the glock like pac did afeni
cops on my jimmy, f-ck the system, case you didn’t know
edgar allan poe smoking o’s, shooting darts at posters
marks of posers i despise next in line next to my closet of
decomposing foes, beautiful demise, i’m writing night and day
like the rat pack, ten pints in my backpack, with your dame
she got great brain mad intellect, and she popping percocets
i’m just getting my bread man i’m detroit red slipping x
x em out, skipped cl-sses but grades were up to par
composing cl-ssics blowing smoke in the face of mozart
bogart the game kid doper than pookie veins
got a couple redbones under my belt like pootie tang
up jump the boogie mane give em the blues no tookie mane
whipping through suburbans in a black suburban hit them curbs
and bring the work to serve em, master geoffrey, at your service
this here yomper big as mister marcus squirt at p-ssies lurking
leave your crew dispersing coroners wrap your head like turbans
got yo family pouring bourbons, you gone have to see the sermon
rap surgeon writing verses with scalpels, cold as george gervin
and i’m bout it bout it like percy miller in ninety seven
no doubt about it, been k!lling em since ninety seven
barber rap taking wigs off, over the head of overachievers
pool of sharks bite your limb off, you a follower or a leader?

- vinny crook

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