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Know right, teach 'em right Play close to sun, found what heat is like Fangs on them wolves lookin’ eager, right? Wolves wanna see what you bleedin' like Gods on the mic, keep the procedure tight Beg on your life, we obsolete ya like Hush, lil' nigga, you don’t need to fight Midnight round, escort you to the light Dead satellite, free WiFi, encefalo It's a consolation prize for reparations held in escrow Salt, pepper, barbeque, ketchup on the eggroll Fried rice, no vegetable Presidente beer cap, brittle rap, you lose I fell out the tomb to drop the boom on you niggas That drop forbidders over brown water Uh, the color match your eyes, inner-thighs, sorta Freshman Friday on the short bus Thinkin' like, "How can I be righteous and not war touched?" Sean, can I have a word with you? (What up?) Blowin' boom under blood, more vertical, word to who? Son, dude most merciful, burnin' loot I swerve, curb serve both tragic and absurd Naked fiends like the full-length furs Powderhead says she need a perm Wrote the song and forgot the words Letras de cancionesGive him space, he's a bit distrubed Know right, teach 'em right Play close to sun, found what heat is like Fangs on them wolves lookin' eager, right? Wolves wanna see what you bleedin’ like Gods on the mic, keep the procedure tight Beg on your life, we obsolete ya like Hush, lil’ nigga, you don't need to fight Midnight round, escort you to the light He did away with his Nikes, wrote ’em off as shark food Deep beneath the waves, prune fingers grip the harpoon Bringeth doom, fashion rappers into minks, used for toons Clitoral, but never once moved from his barstool Can't lose, make 'em feel like he crave news Frank that same dude that pineapple with A. Cruz Hookshot, lobs to that foxhole, let the reaper see 'em off Death swung you niggas like police batons Miracle man, one word’ll do you rappers in Tread through Hell, left with barely a singe I'm from power, not shekels Equipped with metal to startle daredevils I'm stonefaced to what you lames peddle Comin' at these kids like a case worker They chest-poke, but them shaky hands scream nervous The livin' moment of a cobra when it rise before it strikes Well, honestly, I need a better diet than these mice Know right, teach 'em right Play close to sun, found what heat is like Fangs on them wolves lookin' eager, right? Wolves wanna see what you bleedin' like Gods on the mic, keep the procedure tight Beg on your life, we obsolete ya like Hush, lil' nigga, you don't need to fight The camp mega-trife, midnight round, escort you to the light P, too, demonite Screamin' on the corner like a Hebrew Isrealite As a matter of fact, as a prophet of God I will tell you what's up I hope your whole family drop dead tonight Fightin' with the titan Wolf thug love, niggas is likin' the Lykan Bullshit thugs get a knife to your Nike an' Pop your air bubble, yeah, niggas will fear trouble Uh, the man popped thirty Off digital jam, the Hancock Herbie P, a thug in his essence Fuck faggots if applyin' love is the message Sean poppin' for the nation I'll pay 'em, non-non-profit organization Uh, I'll beat ya ass for free Then sip weed grass with Talib Kweli P From Letras Mania