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Step Brothers (Alchemist & Evidence) - Ron Carter

Texty amerických interpretov

18 Jan 2014, 21:27

    Produced By: The Alchemist

    [VERSE 1: EVIDENCE]
    I chuck a penny at a problem
    I throw a rock at a glass house
    A little famous when I mash out
    A little crazy when they didn't pay me
    A little hazy, the haze was 80s
    City was wild and the world didn't matter cause the city was ours
    Yep, yep the world is yours
    The best view of the world's on tour
    Less is more is bullshit
    Invest in war with full clips
    I'm like a pure Pit locked to the bone
    Locked to these beats and bleeding locked to this poem
    Beat knocks, still nobody is home
    Birds flock like I got crumbs to throw 'em
    3-D glasses, watching the throne
    Maybe that or watching Moses Malone
    Enjoy the high til the moment is gone
    A moment later like the fire to the bong
    I'm stepping out tonight and never coming home

    [VERSE 2: THE ALCHEMIST]
    Stay brillo, skin thicker than an amarillo
    My initials stitched on the pillow
    Package vanilla, rap killer
    Creep like a black widow
    Show you how to make a stack triple
    On the double, from out the duffle, let off a couple
    Dynamite explodes and I emerge from out the rubble
    Stampede, get caught in the shuffle
    Soft like you never felt trouble
    I'm holding weight like a belt buckle
    Demolition, dig dirt with the shovel
    While I'm putting work in the oven
    Like paddycake, feed him to the lions, Gladiate
    Heart speed's at a dramatic rate
    My words are cocaine strictly
    Roll up a crisp hundred dollar bill and sniff me
    I'm Gretzky, hands shaking when I hold the pen like epilepsy
    Get away with criminal activity
    Scotty free, til they arrest me
    Push the limit when they press me
    Respect, say my name correctly when you address me
    Take a seat, you don't impress me

    [BOTH]
    I'm thinking like...power hook
    Humungous

    Hey Alchemisto, you think you're slick
    You put drugs in my pistol when I went sick
    But if I happen to die because of your drug
    I'm putting in your puno, a .38 slug
    Me and him, your uncle and your homie's friend
    Rollin' down the street on rims
    Don't separate weed from stems
    Ron Carter is in the place
    Ron Carter, he's on the base
    Ron Carter
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