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[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
From the era of the boom
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the
Your shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I play guns
But I spit straight bullets like I ate
Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can 'em
been defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd pipe broads and write bars
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, better if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can inside my sight
I leave them out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your settings man, we just out for presidents
more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a
I'll bend your chick and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees to offer rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we coming out for all the
Better back
Give me that, give me that, take this, that

[Hook x2: Bada$$]
Sometimes niggas ride with ya, sometimes the
side just come alive in em
And it's hard to decide when you survive
In a, world of lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take walks in the back of my
Came across all sorts of faults in
Some niggas is vampires and
'Stake em for brothers
Til do the forbidden to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting is, mami who topless
finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this
Over the
Only place you be is yo metro fees
Nigga, it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot
Money I it, stylin' Impalas
God spitting Rikers Islands
your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
the anthem, get your damn hands up
Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch
Fuck a chick's standards, no before my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, to kick it with me and my niggas
off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they pivot when we started
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It take to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both ways when you here
Last dread found dead caught in the
That's a report here
Patrol all year, but only support theirs
Watch lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're
indentured servants