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Smackola

Salt Shakahz

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451 3 часа назад

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Now it ain`t too late For y`all to rumble with the heavyweightGet a date time and placeWe can set it straightI feel the hate like a skinhead NaziComing through Smackola Body Head KamikaziI`ma let you know now we on some dangerous groundWith some dangerous soundAnd my style is way foulIt could be me or youMy crew or your crewBut its all on youSo what you gon doWe could take it to the stage for a showdownTake ten paces turn around And I`ma show you how it go downFeel the flow now but you`re scared of competitionYou`re madBut you wishin you was in my positionStop look listenBefore you even start spittinJust cause you rappinDon`t mean your shit be hittinWith them hype ass beats that you hide behindWhile I write rhymes to keep y`all rewinding mineLine after lineAnd my shit keeps bumpinYou`re talkin loud but your boys really aint said nothinAnd you frontin so hard that your shit sounds reversedUnrehearsedPlan of actionUnresearchedAnd even the worst be the shit you kick in your verseTalkin bout you gonna bombBut we bomb firstHit the dirtCause I know you`re scared and unpreparedTalkin about battlin but you don`t want to go thereThat be the motto in the year 2gAnd everywhere you go to flowThey gonna mention meConsider me the enemy of wack mcsYou can take it how you want itBut whats it gonna beNigga show meTake timeCombine your rhymesYou`re still hatinBut the main one recitin my linesActin like you got love when you see me at showsBut behind closed doorsMan I already know that you a salt shakaNow you claim you got heatBut nigga talk is cheapAnd if you charge it to the game You better keep a receiptNiggas want to battle me but I can`t be beatThey try to compete but still can`t stand defeatSo peep the game As I heat the flameBecause half of y`all cats still sound the sameYou need to make a change cause you look and sound like clonesWith that same old same same slang on microphonesAnd I`m a let it be known about my time and patienceTake one look at your album and call out the violationsAnd name more than 5But you keepin it realNow am I really supposed to think nigga you got skillsCome on nowBut you the pimp you the ballerMister big rap starThere`s only one real scholarDon`t even bother crucifying me with ya choppersI`ma leave MCs with the signs of stigmataBreak em off properNow where your clique be atNow really what made you think you could fuck with SmackTake an ex lax Your raps sound constipatedSaid your shit was gonna drop but we been constantly waitingNow you`re constantly hatingCause Im stacking my paperWith the skills and techniques to take it majorAnd you`s a 3rd grader on Sesame StreetTrying to sound out your vowelsSo you can catch the beatI got heatFeel me give me props or pop collarsIf you ain`t got one to pop Then nigga start poppin dollarsHolla after Rottweilers niggaRunnin up on your assWrote a hot ass check and now your ass can`t cash itGot your brain data crashingLike you`re trippin on acidLookin pitifulTryin to fade the unfadeableKilla flowBut you don`t hear me thoughSalt shaka

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