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letra de back 2 chasin' - zinedin o.

[verse 1]
z.o.’s back
ready to put the nail in the coffin
’cause i’ve been hearin’ some talk like ‘”z.o.’s whack”
you’ve been inhailin’ too often
to the big leagues i might’ve been called
and you’re already prayin’ for my pitfall?
throwin’ dirt on those who showed you love
people who would always hold you up?
tryin’ to push me out, ’cause i’m st–zin’ and roastin’?
you’re really scr-pin’ the bottom
i gave you some time, now my season’s approachin’
you ain’t escapin’ the autumn
n-body thinks that you dudes rock
talkin’ ’bout who’s ill and who’s not
even in those days when i was not tight
my throwaways would be your highlights
hate on my hi-hats
just because you cannot ride that
you can rap over some drum breaks
you still sound like a bunch of dumb fakes
i could k!ll you in one take
but i perfect my sh-t out when i go in
your sh-t belong in the recycle bin
don’t greet me with your fake, spiteful grin

[hook]
you better run, you better hide, you don’t know who you’re facin’
you better run, you better hide, you don’t know who you’re facin’
yeah i’ve been missin’ for a while, but now i’m back to chasin’
yeah i’ve been missin’ for a while, but now i’m back to chasin’
you better run, you better hide, you don’t know who you’re facin’
you better run, you better hide, you don’t know who you’re facin’
yeah i’ve been missin’ for a while, but now i’m back to chasin’
yeah i’ve been missin’ for a while, but now i’m back to chasin’

[verse 2]
go ‘head, go ‘head, keep me off the setlist
i’ll still be the dopest mc at your shows
you’re dead, yeah, you can come and try to wreck this
or rather just focus on fixin’ your flow
no sh-t when i say eat y’all for breakfeast
pick up my pen and i’m nixin’ your whole
bogus bullsh-t, like for real, what it is?
up in the pen, gettin’ d-cks in your hole
is where you belong for crimes commited
against the eardrums of the people
so long, go on, i win, forget it
don’t wanna hear none of your sequels
in this saga of beef, they’re probably weak
so clench your teeth and take it
if revenge you seek, your end’ll be bleak
next time you ain’t gonna make it
your mixtape cover’s my toilet paper
you d-cks ain’t nothin’ with that pointless caper
jumpin’ ’round on stage, punchin’ the air
that ain’t rage, but a bunch of despair
it’s embarr-ssing, you ain’t gs mane
you fellas really are to pea-brained
to realise that this sh-t’s about you
peace out, mothaf-cka, i’m outchea

[bridge]
yeah i’m back to chasin’, don’t you see the red dot
yeah i’m back to chasin’, don’t you see the red
yeah i’m back to chasin’, don’t you see the red dot
yeah i’m back to chasin’, don’t you see the red

[outro]
you better run, you better run, you better run, yeah
i’ve been missin’, i’ve been missin’, now you’re done, yeah
you better run, you better run, you better run, yeah
i’ve been missin’, i’ve been missin’, now you’re done, yeah

- zinedin o

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