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letra de old spice (feat. substance) - willie v.

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[verse 1 willie v.]

i’m back on that bullsh-t
acting like i’m full of it
bomb dropping nuking this
power blast hadouken this!

sl!cker than rick
considered a big lunatic
i might just sh-t on your lips
they slittin’ they wrist
cause they own b-tch say i’m rich as a b-tch and i’m off of the sh-ts

keep it walking
i can start sh-t
i can be obnoxious
starting up the mosh pits
you point 0 like tosh is
i’ve been bossin
you getting kinda bold better approach with some caution
look a little car sick
are you nauseous?
not ny but state of mind is where nas is
let’s be honest
you know i’m flawless
never thought i’d be dope?
(b-tch plot twist uhh)

hit up a show
then hit up a show
hyping the crowd and i make myself known

beat made of dope
flow made of c0ke
cook in the kitchen i’m itching for more

i’m sick of the lows
sick of the woes
i prefer silence just leave me alone

rapping to go out and make some more dough
but music is really apart of my soul
if there’s a problem then i oughtta know
i am the solvent you probably let go
i’m a success what you doubting me for?
if i drop a song then it’s gotta be goat

i’m ripping per minute no finish when n-ggas are feeling the lyrics you know that i’m in this
l!cking and kissing her t-ts and her cl-t and she f-cking with n-ggas like hillary clinton

bringing the heat to the show
pee on the feet of the foes
get defensive i’ll put my d in your throat
glue yo knees to the floor
(woah)
greens on greens i’m vegan it though
a free spirit you seeing a ghost
i’m making these hits you retweeting a post
if you still mad you need to let go

(can you hear me now?)
you phone. def
mathematical that’s mos def
am i that dope? most definitely
don’t you start pestering me
i got the force i am pressuring beats
they really broke but they flexing on g’s
talk to the reaper know death comes in three’s
i’m shaking the earth there’s now resting in peace!

greens located on pastures
past the cr-p you are rapping
wrap yo b-tch in a baggage
bagging cash i’m a bandit
you real?
b-tch you plastic
plaster the eye of the dragon
drastically sarcastic
cast you to the ashes

keep it positive like magic on the set
let my johnson hang down from her neck
you talking that sh-t so i gave you a tech
i’m the coach, the player, and the f-cken ref!

the best internationally
(that’s global)
i’m the pastor the king
(and mogul)
i’m attacking the beat
(so vocal)
danny phantom when we
(go ghost mode)

can you believe?
i am just breaking all feats
what is a million to me?
martin luther king
i change lives when i speak
don’t interrupt when i speak
don’t interrupt when i talk
don’t interrupt when i’m f-cking your b-tch and you happen to walk. in
sorry i’m causing a sin
but d-mn ol’ girl is a ten
she wanted money to spend
she only getting a ten
like ten cents

one blow you gone with the wind
people be asking again
when is this rap gonna end?
………..
b-tch when i want it to end!
i don’t stop til’ i am tasting the win
and when i end
substance begins
(yo)

[verse 2 substance]

hey willie v
p-ss it to me
what is a track with “the sub” on the beat?
just another rap guaranteed to be heat
like a black on the street getting beat by police
shoutout to the niece
and her mom, elisse
shoutout to “the sam”
and rest of family
over on the south side, north side, west side, filipino side, and my cousin keish

back on the track with a flashback of my past
back in the days on bermuda dunes
catch a young man, bathing ape batman from the feet to the hat and listening to tunes
wasn’t really rude
not even a fool
always on the honor roll when i was in school

wasn’t in a gang
always fed the brain
always into grades and attaining accolades

now i’m into beats with the music and the rhymes and
shoutout to the crew we indigenous vibe
cause we do it for the love and we do it for the tribe
reminding you it’s sub who is rippin’ on the mic
and we keep it really tight
stingin’ like a little bug bite
when i was a kid got the nickname “sunshine”
cause i put a smile on the faces of my bloodline
always taking time to perfect a witty punchline

never feeling confined
only spit it one time
when i was a kid
only listened to the sublime

flowin’ like an enzyme
oh it’s your bed time
best to tuck’em in
and a better luck next time

never spittin’ rubbish
fire in abundance
timber in the lake
and shoutout to the justin

“breaking news just in”
murder of a verse and
only doing justice
suspect name is substance…

substance….substance…

- willie v

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