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Steranko Lyrics - Artist : CZARFACE
[Meyhem Lauren:]
Chrome cream, triple beam, home team Rap the tools of the trade, rocking jewels in the shade Bathe in the hate, then I rinse in the rapture Precise, living trife, no prints for the capture Been there done that, cocaine gum rap Your shine got dead that you won't get the sun back Uh, while y'all self destruct I eat good, maintain health, then fuck No new friends, but had to dead a couple old ones Same routine, chain gleam, my niggas hold guns Building for the better while we bagging up the butter See me on the TV, but I'm rapping for the gutter I stood back and contemplate life as I live it Fall back nigga, keep the phone slang cryptic Speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues Cause when it's on, my niggas speaking with guns Motherfucker [Inspectah Deck:] Mob at the squad, shirts off, hard in the yard Come live, leave scarred in the coroners car Look at his face, clowns get put in their place Boy hot, like the stove top cooking the eigth Nothing to me, trust me they loving the G Bad bitch wanna turn up, get fucked in the V And tossed to the curb. Watch who you're talking to, herb No dice, get your head cracked off for some words Think its a game, show that we ain't thinking the same Don't make a lot of friends, in a blink, shit change Coming for ours, squad too hungry to starve How we swarm to the honey, when there's money involved [Rast RFC:] My flows are a breath of fresh air to a meth head on his deathbed With gangrene in his arm and it just spread Into his main vein in his brain You never seen this level of pure dope since it killed River Phoenix Or Janis Joplin, yo it's hot son Let's do a drive-by in my pop's car with my mom's gun Hop in a Datsun, pop a couple Oxycontin And take away their oxygen with a shotgun Rest in peace to Eric Garner These racist cops killing blacks like COs in Dannemara Make me wanna blast a revolver And I ain't talking about no Beatles album, no genre A martyr, a suicide bomber A bulletproof armor that'll die for my honor And we don't give a fuck about the law or Your Honor Pull his whole whip back and kidnap his daughter [Esoteric:] You had one job; spit extraordinary lines Instead, you came with extra-ordinary rhymes Yo, 7L, tell me where the gat at Nah, scratch that, I'mma take the AT-AT Megasaurus, take a tourist by his dad hat ES in the trenches like a lab rat Listen, I'm a lion roaring, you're a dog yelping I am Matt Murdock, you're a Foggy Nelson I'm John Romita's Jon Bernthal Punisher, you're a penis in a urinal Statue of Liberty dunk leaves your mans buried I jump over Trump-voters like Stansberry Win the title and bounce, [?] I'll punchline, I'm working on the verse still Slow it down, cause we know you're real fake It's like when you hit the brakes and the steering wheel shakes |
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