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lirik lagu the winners circle – last few

hip hop’s alive when our souls unite
i’m on a level where there’s just a few left
rappers be blabbing and think they hot about it
the battlefield i kill an mc on

these city streets are filled with clones and mastered weed
couldn’t tell the difference between chain and a masterpiece
enlightened, i’m laying down and recording
i’m thinking harder than most of them, writing smarter than all of them
this is my calling so every time that my ears ringing
crew’s got a cl-ssic, ain’t no way you gonna hear different
so listen, hard drop hitting
put my heart on the bars with scars on my lips and
deep thought when i walk off beyond this, beyond point
and walk off like a ‘
and we the new bronx, the new song to ooze on
doesn’t even matter ’cause there never could be two dawns
there’s only one city we rap, the city got raps
no railroads to build but i give the city the tracks
so do what you do best, right?
and end this motherf-cker fell asleep for the rest of the night
like

to ill, to real
ain’t n-body taking us by
it’s top secret, human eyes cannot peep it
tracks are sick
hip hop’s alive when our souls unite
i’m on the level with it, just a few left
you better be thinking they hot
on the battlefield i kill an mc

look, murder is verbal, yeah, you heard of us
nothing but winners in our circle, ain’t no hurting us
couple obama, that henney, cigar, that purple stuff
i got them bongs with me, the master yeah, woke them up
you n-gg-s whiling, hopping sh-t for respect
my food for thought was cuban links, my compliments to the chef
we talking paper plate, that’s the reason you ain’t speaking
front if you want, i’m knocking at your door, routine beat
that’s cl-ssic, i man slaughtered the beat
you a youtube gangsta, cam caught in your beef
while you was misrepresenting, they ran off with the streets
r-t-rds being garbage and y’all tell me deceit
i’m the best kept secret, the rest left speechless
show me where his hart at, chest left leaking
yeah, still the flow of the year, n-gg-
no sucker mc could compare, n-gg-

to ill, to real
ain’t n-body taking us by
it’s top secret, human eyes cannot peep it
tracks are sick
hip hop’s alive when our souls unite
i’m on the level with it, just a few left
you better be thinking they hot
on the battlefield i kill an mc

they call me donnie, the winners circle my army
the winners coming on me, i’m scheming, getting the party started
and i ain’t nearly as p-ssed off as i used to be
who produced the beat and you’d agree that he the news to me
he helps me kill it on every record, i’m reckless
like grabbing your wife’s necklace, like just a feel on her br–sts
and who the bestest? my daughter say it’s me and mommy
but it’s me and rhyming and the crew could be seen behind me
or heard, our m-ssive greatness of rapping
you m-st-rb-t- in a napkin, that line is making you laugh
and i’m finally chasing my p-ssion with p-ssion for this and henney
p-ssing through hash and the cash i’m stashing is plenty
kid is still in his 20’s, mind has always been 30, the kicks have always been clean
his mind has always been dirty and words have always been witty
beats have always been gritty
all of us have favorites and mine has always been city

- lirik lagu the winners circle