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von Klaus Layer

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Oh y′all, if in doubt
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Let me put it in your ear
Let me put it in your ear
Let me put it in your ear, baby, ear, ear

The radio don′t play what we knock, swearin' they hot
Same records, every five seconds
Think they reppin' but not
From the very start R ain′t never been fair chance
Too abstract, too far to the left to laugh at

Half rap, half hip-hop
Top of the food chain
Time to get the lames out the flip-flops
This ain′t the Birkenstocks
This is for that rims and slim jims
Stealing vehicles to impress your friends and tens


My rap's just like a lifestyle track, full of sublims
you in, steady takin′ it like Brooklyn again
For the win
Team practices the same passages to get it there
But at a different price, might play it fair

Not lost to playin' wars
The beat is from a different drum, a different one
A different intensity to get shit done
I′ma express myself for dealt
Fuck the dial, fuck the suckers dial
Underground champs, holdin' the belt

Ready fo-

Ready for action
Direct Dallas rounds, practice rounds, battlin′
Grind the battlin', it took time to mix the magic in
Still flounderin', most malice when we travellin′
Earth-shattering fashion, all for attraction, bitch slappin′

The whole way that you be rappin'
Y′all niggas is losers and built for reaction, live action
Only admitted tie-bracketed
Formatted for players to pass and all that fancy biz
Bomb accurate, pinpointed for mass management


Self-made, balance is spinnin' and still out of it
Born loose and wild like young teens
Ruthless, only shoot for more than one thing
Multiple traumas, we are this daily functionin′
Y'all burning them, no experience, fumblin′
On the factual news, they reachin' the frequency

Clouds be circlin', all made of secrecy

Ready for-

Ready for action
Ready for action
Hey yo, open your eyes, climb out of that box
I′ll box out of your mile, that′s why I rock the spot
Boom box, let it thin out the cops

Side play 'bout the block, we got the drops and the knots
Y′all don't get dropped and knock the sock out
Oh you′re on the block, pow
We niggas wake up in the new year, we got styles
Runnin' niggas out of that new key

I know I made it though
′Cause you talkin' about bullshit
Billionaire, billionaire club, yeah that's who spit
It′s feud livin′ and a few that had a livin'
Smoke and mirrors and smoke
Makin′ a cut for the dope, niggas to bust (what, what)

Smoke niggas to blunts and roll spliffs
Tie you to that roach clips, burn up
Blow big, you would think that I blow wig
That's the way that 4-4 sick, get up and spit

Man, like I let her blow the hole
Like hold this so shh, I get boop
Like polygamy
Disgruntled love′s the part of the ding-a-ling
Stunt Evil Knievel wears bridge the brace
Get my dick out ya face
Let me dictate, big weight
Birthday, big cake, the big dish
On a big fish on a gold plate, the 'sis split
Let a nigga feel like he own space
I run it like my own race
And did it my whole life
Damn right, yo, yeah
Everything you did has already been done
Everything you did has already been done
Everything you did has already been done

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