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Snuffleupagus
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Snuffleupagus was released on September 11, 2021 by Wave Theory/Claymore Industries as a part of the album Mass Effects 2
September 11, 2021
LabelWave Theory/Claymore Industries
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

(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 ā€œno snitchingā€, 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 ā€˜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 ā€˜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 ā€˜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 ā€˜em, they cumbersome
Got ā€˜em tied in knots, but if I nudge ā€˜em, then they come undone//
I know that most people don’t think and they lack in common sense
Cause I told all them **** ā€œketchupā€, 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 ā€˜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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