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Snuffleupagus
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Snuffleupagus è stato pubblicato il 11 settembre 2021 da Wave Theory/Claymore Industries come parte dell'album Mass Effects 2
11 settembre 2021
EtichettaWave Theory/Claymore Industries
LinguaEnglish
BPM
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

(verse 1: Claymore)
On my own flow patterns, I’m coast-to-coast travelling
These hoes not having the stones to throw javelins
**** talk a lot, they get caught, they go rambling
They saying “no snitching”, but off they go, tattlin’//
Listen to the crackle of bones, and blood splattering
The streets run red, and the homes are crushed gravel
This is Bombs over Baghdad, war, been unraveling
For ‘doe’, been chasing the buck, but not passing it//
Said that this is hot, ****, play me on the block
Bars is like a barbershop, cause I take it from the top
Whack rappers getting cut and catch a fade off in the spot
You get parted like some braids and separated like your locks//
Better off tap-dancing in the middle of traffic
These rappers getting clapped like some literal asses
Getting rid of the evidence, I dip ‘em in acid
Bitch, I’m dishing out the lessons they not giving in classes//
(bridge: Claymore)
My physical embroiled in ethereal clashes
Over audio dope wrapped in material packages
No salons, ****, we afflicted with lashes
Thus this blessing on the Mike, is what I give to the Masses//
(verse 2: Claymore)
I don't give a fuck if **** rough or if they tough enough
Stuff ‘em in the dumpster if we rumble and we knuckle up
Bars is looking skinny, get the pump to get your muscle up
Snubbed with long noses from the trunk like Snuffleupagus//
I remain humble but I’m gunning for the number 1
Spot up in the dungeon, out-rap brothas like a cummerbund
Bars is too beefy, you can’t stomach ‘em, they cumbersome
Got ‘em tied in knots, but if I nudge ‘em, then they come undone//
I know that most people don’t think and they lack in common sense
Cause I told all them **** “ketchup”, and they thinking condiments
Would rather do better, get chedda, and gain dominance
Falling off, never, forever remain prominent//
Where there's, smoke, there's fire, where there's fire, there's smoke
While you, smoking fire, when I fire, you're smoked
When my, hope gets dire, and I’m out of the dough
Then I, choke you, silent, till you drop on the floor//
(outro: Claymore)
Illmatic, It Was Written when I’m penning a sentence
Aye, I be balling for the digits like a 76er
Tell ‘em I'ma keep on spitting, bitch, I'm never diminished
And so this bitch gone keep on spinning till this record is finished
Written by: Claymore, Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran
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