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letra de how nice i am - world renown

[vocal sample: phife dawg]
now here’s a funky introduction of how nice i am

[verse 1: seven shawn]
my words who live between the bars and the page
and they set free, when i release on stage
my raps just froze, from days of olde
and my b-tter hit the book with ink
until the whole pen sink
it’s seven shawn, a relic from the lost place
i kick backs, that is a north baby’s off wage
just in case the crabs don’t understand the rhyme
but they keep the scoop
go on a square root, like forty-nine
i give a sharp math attack, like a box cutter
so nice, make precise, cuttin’ the b-tter
smooth brother, heat up in the drop top
i get a pen and pad, and write down bad rhymes
(wicked) one time for the mind
just what i see
stay the same, never do a run game on my people
hot like the sauna, seven’s the rhyme owner
when i rock i make brothers flock this like the corner
wanna
melt the b-tter down into the depths of her king sips[?]
words on my lips sink ships
i mean hips of honey b-tches start to spazz and speak
make ’em drop and shake, and make their knees get weak
okay, rub it in like beng-y, then say:
squeek and bam, teach it like a d-mn sensei
slice and bash, i’m like weed or the hash, i make ya high last
by completing my task

[vocal sample]

[verse 2: john doe]
when my mentality flips you better run
straight to the west, smack dead in the sun
because i make it hot like a known drug lot
and john won’t let up until i get my props
facin’ reality, man they can’t grasp
you better jet past, i’m comin’ for that -ss with the
reel o’ real, i don’t have to pack steel
b-tch i’m outstanding like shaquille o’neal
when i leave mor-sses i muster, maintain
stress piles up leavin’ sores on my brain
but i keep a level and a way to sidetrack
where i’m at?
in my ghetto peepin’ to my raps
‘cuz when i think back and i look at the times
butcher, hittin’ dimes, doin’ petty crimes
rush to get old, i was bold
threw myself into the world, no coat, it was cold
by all means necessary get me a ball
had to hit the cream to support my one love
do on my camouflage, blendin’ in the streets
doin’ long extras to make ends meet
but as the clock ticked, came wisdom to see
understandin’ my third eye master me
now the black market is my target of attack
yo, my peoples are you with me? where you at?
let’s wreck

[vocal sample]

- world renown

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