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Yeah, this one sound crispy Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof, my bullets got glass tips My guns are so big that they dislocate hips Slipped disc leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist And your rib cage get caved like you was punched with an iron fist Twisted, mind state's evil genius And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye Got your check wetter than the hands of the pool guy Who am I? I'm Mister GFK First to set it off, last to run away I don't play, I'm a menace, fear like the dentist Real street nigga, you hear it in every sentence Whether Ghost or Dennis, I'm a legend in the hood The Wallabee Champs still up to no good Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness And have your bitch suck me off 'til the beer is finished Far inside my drifting head The stories that I ever read They take me there (This sound like I'm in a horror fuckin' church or somethin' right now) Far inside my drifting head The stories that I ever read They take me there (Uh-huh) Songtexte Greatness is nothin', I'm like the next Nike ad Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock Loud pack rap, hear it from 'bout half a block End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still You get your face booked for a couple face bills The love is fake but the hate's real And where were they before the deal? I'm sayin', fuck how they feel Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em Call 'em supreme, my team ballin', the cream callin' Ain't no mistakin' 'em, maybe prayin', I'm stakin' 'em Racin' to stay on pace with 'em, paper chasin', I'm raking in Blake Griffin how I slam, straight spittin' that piff The bass kick, straight lift 'em out the stands Made man hunger more, it's like a stomach raw My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours Far inside my drifting head The stories that I ever read They take me there (This some horror shit, wild shit, yeah) Far inside my drifting head The stories that I ever read They take me there Don't get dunked over beef like some marinade Life's a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid I smack a rapper like I'm slappin' on some aftershave There's a wide line between bein' brave and actin' brave Used to be up on the train bangin' Jack of Spades Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade Don't get it twisted like my daughter Allie's braids Keep on talkin', that shit'll get your casket laid You ain't a dealer, you fakin' You flippin' bricks, you a mason But peep it, you don't keep it a secret when hands shakin' Your army march slow 'cause the CZAR flows bizarro Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex Well I'm actually grabbin' and slappin' the back of your neck For comin' out your face, I make 'em apes while you run in place Another victim bar like I got 'em lots of prison But the stuff I'm kickin' ain't corrupted like the justice system Black riddle feelin' trapped in America 'Cause the cops should've been Captain America With that iron, man, they put you in the dirt or frying pan With no body cam, another body, damn Another senseless act of violence triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law In other news, Kim Kardashian's thieves have disappeared in Tiger's woods. Now, let's get back to the real shit Aus Songtexte Mania