Letras

The sounds of...
(HAZE HOLIDAY)
(Scott Phree, yo I'm fittin to blow)
{I'm hard, y'all f*****s don't want no tension
I'll play "I Shot The Sheriff" at a cop convention}
(Scott Phree) [On point like a javelin]
{It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name}
(America, the home of brave, and the land of the Phree)
It's been a minute, I insist, we had to hit 'em off
Mr. Frost frigid, I spit it like a liquid cough
Point I'm tryin to get across, only things you'll get's a loss
Better off to start your car, kiss the exhaust
I know that shit's harsh, but it had to be said
Got the rappin in the bag like it was factory bread
For that boom bap? I've always been a passionate head
Back since I used to rock my Walkman 'til the batteries dead
Unravel the thread, if you said you got it sewed
Spot an impostor, I lock my target, monster mode
I got that cold, but too hot to hold, rock & roll
Fuck a rolling stone son, I been a problem since papa rolled
Mobster code, know I gotta keep it tight
Like opposite the overbite on Condoleezza Rice
It's gotta be precise, just like architecture blueprints
Professor, who is now acceptin next semester's students
Written by: David Gegeckas
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