Letras

Bang boom bang
nuts gotto hang
Stepping up though
Grib a mic up
My word slang
like
Bang boom bang
Low sound for the back
The bypass trucks humming
Set a stage like a platter
Silver service in the night screams nervous
Cast for the eye
Fixations
on glimpse stature
At the peak yo
I lit pasures
Kicked back
Politicians sitting at the raw dawn in a carpark
Researching witch crafts of the phenomenal tongue
Lapses slight from long runs done in the days
Small hours
Sunny sprays a hoodie haze
Crash test dummy trains
The wheels of bone chipping to chalk
The zone walk slight whirlwinds
Torch ablaze feelings
Time is upon us to get open
gloom
And get honest
Get the Close rage grill stinger
Just like the bee in your bonnet
You get the early morning slaughter on a due lain body
Winds stay at their most still and stagnant
When I smoke in my outside street lobby
Who is topping us
No one
And no one is stopping
The words that we rocking are rotting the Oesophagus
The life of the word teachers all that you learn
G.N.O stic flow sick
So fuck what you heard
Who is topping us
No one
And no one is stopping
The words that we rocking are rotting the Oesophagus
The life of the word teachers all that you learn
G.N.O stic flow sick
So fuck what you heard
One and quarter
Quarter to one on my tired eyes
My style rise from the morn
Until the day and night highs
The watershed fall in an oppose to the red dawn
In the fall of wet winter
Dry ginger and throats torn
Scenes 26 rooftops
Cars and emptying booze shops
Police giving their who want what's
When metropolitan crews drop
Stops best pull them out
Cop stop at the bar
On an adrenaline drought
Prop up the car chill bitch you can't figure me out
I'm stuck in it for days
The sundays
To The hood haze
Unitil get to the point
Feel like I'm waiting on raze
Thinking of ways to get paid
I gotta have security
I gotta be playing a spot above brave
Knife in the knave
Fool argumentative
I second the claim
Conclusive shit for you if you testing the name
Who is topping us
No one
And no one is stopping
The words that we rocking are rotting the Oesophagus
The life of the word teachers all that you learn
G.N.O stic flow sick
So fuck what you heard
Who is topping us
No one
And no one is stopping
The words that we rocking are rotting the Oesophagus
The life of the word teachers all that you learn
G.N.O stic flow sick
So fuck what you heard
Illness spread the epidemic the plague
My mans got smoker cough
Next mans got aids
Higher percentage of patients knowing they put themselves in for
Battle with my mental
Hit the deck with a slipped jaw
Phil bigga spotting the junkie kid standing
Waiting for the bag men the killer the scag men
Seen it in a built up areas
Smack will have mans
You wonder why crimes rates rise like stakes
And lifts yo up in the highrise
You all it the destination
High price on five nights
Get the other two illing
Cold turkey at twilights
Cant even fuck with the wax
But yo you slipping on my grind
Cannot get it
I seen the movie
The sudden death moved me
You like the Culkin
In my girl who getting stung by a few bees
Fool stay at ease
Written by: ReggiiMental, Semantix Tha Sorcera
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