lirik lagu jake palumbo – exoskeleton
verse 1 – ruste juxx
deep from the depths of the dirt, i’m a demon
terrorize your nightmares, b-tch while you dreaming
j-u-double-x, you motherf—ers next
suplex, n—a, break your motherf—-ng neck
murder-one case-beater, walk out of court laughing
lead shower your corpse in a blood-bathing
vampire, nocturnal beast with it
murder rate increasing, wack rapper deceasing
you fragile, i’m wild with that mad style
been a bad seed, juxx was a bad child
my enemies die slow, it’s torture
3rd degree burns on your body when i scorch ya
sunblock, ong bak, elbow to forehead
double back, reload, empty out more lead
you duck, dive, dip when i’m dumping
n—-s fronting, got that shotgun pumping
hook:
i storm through your fortress with the force of an elephant
there’s not a b—- bone in my exoskeleton
two puffs of petro, my brains turn to gelatin
grind 9 to 9, the city is all mine
if i die tomorrow, or they throw me in cuffs
i will not back down to a couple of local tuffs
so no, we won’t hang around to hear your metaphors
get the f–k back, jack
stand clear of the closing doors
verse 2 – jake palumbo
never walk with the sheep, i’m avenging the herd
you expecting dawson’s creek?
this revenge of the nerd
before netflix & chill, it was blockbuster nights
i used to date a white russian up in k!lla crown heights
mix a white russian out of breast milk & nesquik
mix a hit record on an ssl desk, quick
i’m destro, you some cobra commanders
my snare drums get frequently mistaken for hammers
beats by palumbo, thorazine to your thorax
fleetwood mac, i cut your cocaine with borax
dr. seuss flows, getting shows for 3 or 4 racks
poet laureate for the groundlings like the lorax
send my mail to gravesend, bucktown
when my grey-haired uncle plays with guns
you should duck down
ruste, smif-n-wessun in the sp-celab, what now?
touch down, take the money & run, pow!
(repeat hook)
verse 3 – tek of smif-n-wessun:
p—y h- wanna test i, must be ready to die
you’re f–king with the prince of the stuy
i’m just another great from the 718
it’s the silverback, outfit all bape
i point fingers & bodies drop
leg, chest, head shots
come thru any block
let the mac milli rock
i remember days when i was at the days inn
bagging up, tryna make a g before a day’s end
i never spoke that
n—a where the smoke at? (where the smoke at?)
40-calli on my waist, don’t provoke tek
i told the banker that i got that
shoot that light s—, n—a threw a 5 and i threw 6
ohhhhhh…..
diadora’s k!lled the game that’s for certain
curtains, waves so thick that you can surf in
you see my n—as, them my n—as for life
don’t get yours cut short
rest in peace sean price
smoke…
(repeat hook)
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