Conejo

Conejo - Undisputed songtekst

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Got the bloodshed lyrics, that parish the rivals
Bullets from their body, there dead on arrival
Cus nobody got ah conscious, now ah days
I speak like ah pimp from the caverae
Executing ah chump, it's ah daily habit
I'm flipping the script, full clip automatic
This is knowledge, all you love sick rappers 
Ese try to be commercial I'm just controversial 
Stay tune, cus I'ma make 'em pay
Ese carry out my plan that's the order ah day
It's my deminion, corridor remaker 
Suckas in the business clearing present danger 
Wrong place, I'm coming for that ass
You could try to clash guaranteed I smash
Toe tag body bag for ah piece of mind
Muthufucker C Rock gonna push the line 
And betrayal,, is everywhere 
It's beyond what you know they ain't playing fair
But this is how, operate on ah daily 
I got you my boy, with this fucking Israeli
I'm ah composer, of the hardcore rhyme 
But this ain't rap, this organize crime
The causing effect, could get you checked 
And me the most wanted, murder suspect
Undisputed soy Big C Rock, Notorious Enemy, Felony Case
Entertainment. Fuck with us, you see, I don't even need to 
tell you. Cus you know, muthufuckers gon' get that work. 
Here we go
I holp up the riders, that got that wreck
Ah serial killer when I manifest
I appeal to the streets, in ah moment of truth
The voice get heard, smoke out in ah booth
My advice, if you wanna live 
No game muthufucka I just came to win
The rescoded, I'm in demand
The metropolis, ese where you stand
This foo's here today but tomorrow gone
Check don't sweat my technique is bomb
I blow up the spot my concentration deep 
If this is beaneath, I'm breaking your teeth 
Cus I brain storm, this is chaos magic
It come in the form, of something traggic
Then your done, your in memory of 
And me in the back homie twisting ah dub
So say your prayers, on your knees
Cus if I drop ah song, sabotage your release
This is how we draw on them dead end blocks
Ese green eyes chiva and the coresmen rocks
Logress, just the commers in death 
And everytime I speak your baby mama get wet 
Your body guards, need some paramadics
Cus the hole in they head gave 'em more than ah headache
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Taal: Engels

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