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PAPOOSE! Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier Premo I got you Check me out now, behold lyricism Haters try to cremate him but he still exist I'm limitless, envision this is genesis I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist Haters try to cremate him but he still exist I'm limitless envision this is genesis Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless The revelations of a lyricist I CAN'T BREATHE! I got the smell of death in my nose Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black Motherfucker I'm a monster You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra SongtexteLike dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta) Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber Come through and put in that work with the revolver You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar No drama When I see you I say thats my son Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver Underground king like Arthur You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother And your customer chose me cause mines is harder Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule Somebody with no bars musta made that rule The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice What would you do if they had a plot for your life And all you really had was a glock and one mic Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice Get some garlic on the top and one sprite Now thats enough time to pop if you want right? But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes If I want it, I cops it on site When it comes to spending money I stop at no price I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice That four powerful enough to drop both y'all Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw My gun bust like I aint got no car A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme I got enough bars to give you a three to nine The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis Put an end to this senselessness.. Aus Songtexte Mania