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Jay Electronica feat. Tone Tresure
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Dealing
at nighttime all i do is pray and cry homie cuz everytime i call home somebody dying on me and every time i look around somebody lying on me mr cheney mr ridge steady spyin on me i got one foot in the grave one foot in the gutter one foot on the camera lens one foot on the shutter im trying to stop time so i can breathe, man im grindin play record load pause fast forward rewindin the truth is the light, but absolutely blindin and niggas feel the pain on they brain when you remind them about them project walls that we confined in about them six by eight cells we linin bricks on consignment a nigga lost his iron and club behind the diamond the cops hit him with a club he swung back they hit him with a slug then the judge hit him with a dub his baby mama threw up the saga continues...
your dealing i can tell you darling... your dealing could you deal to me? ooooh
i was born to clash with the fake rasslin' with jake lay real low in the grass with the snakes then torment em with the fire when they raise they head and im sorta just like elijah cuz i raise they dead after they stink and rot for days in the grave that i rose from deport the dead part of the game then the flows come flood the industry with three quarters of life im takin this world of sa-tan to war with a mic please god back me as i swing the sword of the christ wavy hair fiery eyes, not entirely wise provoking these devils to go to war with they squad after-ward show up to the after party with god i stroll the blocks with a dope man bop im high caliber my team shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs uh I stay big sportin fedoras Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com charcoal braid tweed sport coats, jeans and diadoras
yall niggas aint really really ready for muhammad because im hungry grimey and grungy i want ya mind fuck the money dont get me wrong, i want cream and all that but if thats your only objective in rap you all wack i make the untrue niggas heads sweat like skull caps hall back launchin a bolo makin they skull crack singin them dull raps like that was hot shit shit, i was sayin that back in the eighties when niggas was rockin emblems off the back of mercedes on rope chains back when niggas started cookin rocks outta cocaine i was hot then, a little poor nigga spittin the vicious flavor delicious, poetic swift shit i regulate in the ring like p. whitaker one rhyme get rid a ya i wont even consider ya for battle you schools on speed im full throttle used to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked bottles ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes mantequilla livin leyenda, numero uno contenda never let a day slip by without agenda thats just a little jewel from farrakhan to remember so que te pasa, representanto por la rasa niggas wanna step but they legs're short to salsa you got courage ill blast it out ya seriously doubt chya spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route chya fucker!
your dealing i can tell you darling... your dealing could you deal to me? ooooh now baby now lets get down tonight
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