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Altr
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Running off half a lunch
Dead rappers coming back don't pack a punch
More zombies in the game than green run
Black ops talk back and white ops get shunned
Too many culture vultures, too many MGKs
The rap game is kosher for hydrated labels thirsty to get paid
A big chip on shoulder, artists underpaid
The flow just go slower, laying cable and emerging through the flames
I keep the peace on me, never waste lines
I'm the peacekeeper, bust like a nine
That's my girl homie, no games, no A10
She'll get plus one when I put on that ring, amen
Ripping heat niners, caress you to the meat grinder
Compress you, turn up the threshold
Dripping beat kinda, stir up shit never gets old
Come at me know, motherfucker you doom bro
Running off half a lunch
Dead rappers coming back don't pack a punch
More zombies in the game than green run
Black ops talk back and white ops get shunned
From Arlanda, landing in Berlin, uh
Prepare a stanza, standard is to win, uh
Yo taste is blander, blander than Rakim
I'm joking, god Mcee just fit the scheme thing
It's all
Smoke and mirrors, lies and broken spirits
Wrote these lyrics, while at home with fears
Hope and tears but time will never hear it
devil near us, devil hear us, never tear us apart
Take time, snatch watches, punch the clock, tik-tok
Bitch watch, they gon' take the ring for those rocks
Then get socked, rocked, legs wobble like Chis Rock
Raise bars, and take shots at anyone that aim for us
I'll make you holy with the Swiss like Sunday
Blood stains on blades don't get it twisted like a braid
Yall caught in a mousetrap for cheese, get the facts straight
When I hit drums, get whiplash make necks brake
Yo ass is plane, one dimensional, lay you flat
I mastered flame, too intentional, with the rap
I masked the pain, went away like Dave Blaine
For a couple days then, it came back
Run from change, but deep in cushion looking for a quarter
All the same, but keep it pushing, why I oughta when ya
Shushing, every sound, penny for your, thoughts
You're not wise, you're a clown, many times you bought lies with your dimes
You're to blame, sleeping, needing heavy kush
Twenty-five for the zippy smoking Reggie Bush
Dot I's, cross t's some drakes need a push
K nines, shots pop, some fakes need to, die
Like IT tryna hack me? Buggin, I'm a pesticide
Pack heat, step to I, I'd like to see you try
Leave em terrified, traumatized, restless eyes, just oblige, it's on sight
Ghowste go for W, a boatload of beats
Showboat, the flow is bubble proof
Hoes told to hold breathe, right in, front of you
That will, humble you
look closely at me need the fucking Hubble view
Running off half a lunch
Dead rappers coming back don't pack a punch
More zombies in the game than green run
Black ops talk back and white ops get shunned
ALTR, all caps when you spell the man name
ALTR, is back venue full the man paid
ALTR, all caps when you spell the man name
ALTR, is back, all caps when you spell the name, it's
ALTR