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letra de get the picture - young zee

[intro: young zee]
pace! ha!
okay, r! (beats is crazy, pace!)
hoss!
okay, let me get these n-ggas first
young (i go first, let’s go)

[verse 1: young zee, son hoss, pacewon, & r]
your man the freshest?
get ate like banana peppers
in a pan of eggses
with manischewitz
and found in havana desert
his hands and legses
my man’s that canabizzes
will have for breakfast
like salmon fishes

mmmm
trappin’ lectures
they ain’t off us
business in my office
spit a couple bars
gettin’ million dollar offers
i’m son hoss
they used to call me nauseous
i’m mos def like talib up in rockers
how he famous as frankie beverly
and a yankee’s referee
but ain’t fresh as me
my pedigree is german shepard breed
to the tenth degree

i spit chemistry
above the rim unlimitly
you b-tch all women need
that don’t consent with me
my venom mean
bald head, mr. clean
your eyes talking like mike did the mitch green

a real hip hopper, i’ve been a very
i’m krs’s beneficiary
god, i wish he’d hear me

you most not get the picture clearly

they must not get the picture clearly, look
(you must not get the picture clearly, n-gga!)

i gps the road to the riches
made my block snow
’twas the night before christmas
nowadays i only smoke with b-tches
skate on rappers and land a 180 kick-flip
everyday i hustle like i’m tryna get rich rich
i want all my money back with interest
beef? we three 6’s
i show up at g’s picnics
like i’m trick trick
….with some big sh-t
i hear he’s against me?
i fly like greatest american hero is with me
and appear on a ten speed
for forty days i black like sydney poitier (forty days!)
in foreign plays where the boy’s a slave

my bars are smoother
than the suede on my puma
i don’t pay attention to the hate and the rumors
’cause nowadays the money i’m making is huger (big)
i’m up early morning making some tuna (fish!)
my last op got planted under petunias

and i got my hyena at the groomer
i do lobotomies on human bodies
at nudist colonies until she gotta pee
nut like, “apologies!”
….i’m lyme disease like flies is biting me
there’s not an mc
can pass me
like monopoly
if this my property
he’s more like stand-up comedy
i’ll make a mockery out a black belt
ninth degree
karate mc
gun’ll spit like sean connery
making pottery
….i’m fat b-st-rd
i eat mcs like, “get inside of me!”
my body pleads like wine and cheese
i got top guns like tom movies
you drive a ’93 mazda jeep
you f-ck!
skarekrow

- young zee

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