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[Mictlan]Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tipClock-winder (tweak), patch the velvetCap-un Air-Soft electricEat the face off a centipedeI'll Metroid your sectionA bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow startPivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold CardInka-drinka bottle of AquanetHock a loogie at lookie-lousAnd you? Jockin' it[P.O.S.]Promise of stressin' outThem long days could snapThen split wrists with style like slap braceletsStack cases not murder raps but casesFulla MPC's, guitars, bassesDrum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rapYeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of thatI'm just here to press throughContinue to rep DoomAnd splinter mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms[Sims]Sims hoppin inLetras de cancionesMid-continent occupantCold spot non-stoppin itFrom the stock locked old cops cocking itWho works for who is so obviousSo bend the barrel backSend the Herald thatNothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the youngBooze for the rest just to keep on pressingYou're looking fresh but who you impressing?[Hook]Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed trapsWe don't want thatWe don't take thatWe don't need thatSave that actYou play the part, we play the bladeWe scrape your heartWe came to take the mark[Sims]And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problemYou want the view from the roofDon't want to build from the bottomTruth is we got 'emBrick by brick over fist with or without 'emThe road is slick but I steer throughPush the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearviewTop Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripperI dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter[P.O.S.]We'll prolly never grow up into a Cosby sweaterHobby betterYet ever quitWell prolly neverThis is not a switchThis is in my blood simple as spitNever rich, never stressed, never poor, never sickWhen's that?Prolly neverI'll stick to simple shitLike the beat never left I'ma walk with a little bit of rhythm in my step[Mictlan]We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the oxRocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the costPoppin' off the collar?Chilled heatCall me Sake BombHolla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calmThe Boom-Diggi-DoomThe groove's in me so moveIf you with me then proveBreak bread famWho emptied the room?We brought plenty to moveWe were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragmsHook[P.O.S.]From the frost-bit center of America's mapA couple cats tryna get a couple hands to clapTryna eat, tryna live a littleGander backFrom the frost-bit center of America's mapA couple cats tryna shake a little stress with rapBut hold upWe don't breathe enoughTryna beat these days but they're creeping up From Letras Mania