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lirik lagu nick xl - 5 knuckle shuffle

[part i]

[verse: nick xl & sample]
i’m as magical as radical comes
venom drippin’ from my tongue, take you back to the slums
pull a sleeve and flash the padek when the cavalry comes
then shoot some actual slugs from the back of my lungs
you paintin’ a rorschach, what that mean to you homie?
i know that you be lookin’ out, what you seein’ through, homie?
used to live in a big house and now there’s 3 of you, homie
i guess somebody should’ve taught you how to keep a few homies
even the dogs in my pack feel the sting when i howl like
(it’s stiiiiing)
chip the paint, revealin’ a scowl
you’ll get a piece, but the one you gеt will ring like a towel
i’m showing out, make a grand wizard bleed from his cowl
i’m in a full mеtal jacket, tryna mack on your wife
skipped the line at tsa because i’m packin’ a knife
playin’ uno with your kids in the black of the night
when you get home you’ll see a pistol glow a ravishing white
blow a dandelion’s head off, i’m makin’ a wish
then tell your b~tch to kiss the cook, i made her favorite dish
ain’t never miss, b~tch my style got more legs than a tick
them centipede flows, ugly but the cadence is bliss, uh
spark red, get that bloodshed
i need two of every b~tch out like noah’s arc said
you can smell the aroma from my apartment
young dahmer, cookin’ up classics for the departed
if she caked i dont care if that b~tch mean to me
but she stank so i’m airing out the bnb, ooh
roll a plank, hit the weights, this ain’t cbd
hit the flank, catch a k, this ain’t d&d
[hook: nick xl]
(i’m goin’) dumb~da~dumb~da~dumb~dumb
(i’m goin’) dumb~da~dumb~da~dumb~dumb
(i’m goin’) dumb~da~dumb~da~dumb~dumb
stack a few body~odies in lump sums

[part ii]

[verse: nick xl]
crawled out of the rubble with nails in my hands
b~tch better give me diagonal stance
she got my name on the back of her pants
in some glitter, i’m with her to sn~tch ’em and dance
i hit your pad with a pack of the gas
eye up your lamp and i’m sn~tchin’ it’s hat
jump in your whip and i gas it and crash
and pocket the bobble attached to your dash
i do you b~tches like feathers mcgraw
i’m puttin’ lead in the depths of your craw
you got the scent get the debtors involved
that’s why you make pennies and spendin’ it all
too scared that somebody gon’ sn~tch it away
if you stackin’ a k, then go pack it away
rappers be talkin’ bout ‘back in the day’
but that’s back and i’m front of the pack in a way
i got some quality crack for the trough
your sh~t is watery, where is the sauce?
dudes you be jackin’, you jackin’ ’em off
you ain’t a chef if you’re jackin’ your broth
i know you hate me, b~tch, what is you waitin’ for?
tossin’ a sub when you dapping the day before
i ain’t gon’ hate you, i pray you get fame and more
wonderin’ up at the top what you made it for
i remember the days
mama was makin’ some minimum wage
i had to scr~pe every nickel that came
to afford me a quarter and sh~t didn’t change
you and me moved at a different pace
i had to k!ll just to get me a place
load up the clip and i’m hittin’ the range
we’ll see how blissful this ignorance tastes
[part iii]

[verse: nick xl]
if the kiss of judas hit me, better be on the lips
i been saucin’ up since god threw up the sea like the crips
lookin’ out to the horizon, all i’m seein’ is ships
those that still live in the fog have learned to breathe in the mist
don’t talk to nick, people say that kid was born from an ember
in some notorious weather with an assortment of feathers
i hit the port and pay the ferryman a quarter of tenor
i’m cookin’ up a couple formulas to poor ’em together
water fills the lungs, taste of salt on the tongue
washing up on someone’s grave like a cloth that was wrung
i can hear the dirt tap~ tappin’ the lid
stick around, you’ll learn just what exactly sacrilege is
told the martian don’t forget to drop a track for the kids
i got a gun that shoots a javelin, you jazzin’ to this?
toss a sh~ll like jazzy jeff, sh~t, i’m angry as f~ck
take the reins and ride to h~ll and let you pray to your luck
i represent the lowest of man
but i grow a lotus when i open my hands
leave a scandalous ozymandias alone in the sand
you never really learn to throw until the stone’s in your hand

[part iv]
[verse: nick xl]
(how he pull a hoe when he look like a d~mn pug?)
cause i walked up in this b~tch cold wearin’ a sh~g rug
they all hate me cause i’m castin’ a shadow like shaq does
and i’m takin’ off the pendant and padek to smack a motherf~cker up
livin’ life as a b~st~rd so i can die humble
that’s why my mama keep askin’ why i don’t write subtle
you b~tches won’t be escapin’ the crack of my buckle
have ’em runnin 5k to get 5 knuckles
a head case with a case of heads im cuttin’ off
i’ll cupid shuffle ’til i flex and pop a b~tton off
burn a hundo and twist a tongue gumbo
and clip a jumper cable to your thumb toe
i’ll get you connected, don’t be callin’ me your plug though
i’m blackin’ out, like where the f~ck did the sun go?
you backin’ out, like “where the f~ck did my son go?”
until the trunk go (thump thump)
now ya done know
movin’ out of michigan to timbuktu
i ain’t offended, i don’t think i’d come to your block too
like i really give a f~ck you don’t support my views
watch my mouth? kung pow, b~tch, my mouth watch you

[part v]

[hook: nick xl]
hit the air~christ on ’em
heard him talkin’ but the snare bite got him
and what you sayin’ doesn’t pair right, uh
i think there’s somethin’ in the air like autumn

[verse: nick xl]
a cornucopia of chronic in a gift bag
saw the commas now i gotta get my get back
i went to sodom and gomorrah and it’s wick~wack
and i don’t know you so don’t talk to me, i’m riff raff
i learned to scare on a mic
found a spark inside an oil tank, i’m sharin’ the light
i started off makin’ somethin’ that your parents would like
now i’m a menace to society, nefarious type
sick of sayin’ sh~t to say the sh~t like they don’t know
you’ll be a burden ’til you learn to keep a cable low
i came for payment from this bakery of bagels
but who am i to stoop? i k!lled the raven just to pay the crow
see me shinin’ and glistenin’
cook a sauce to toss a sh~ll, they should assign me a michelin
break a shin, i’m off the shiner and i’m signing a tit again
tit for tat, this sh~t’s a wrap, i’ll have your sinuses sizzlin’
they put up with me regardless like bill murray
get me a pill, hurry, cause death and me’s still flirting
the worst ain’t occurring so why are you still worried?
still like a k!lled birdy, it ain’t cause of nick, surely
i just wanted me a crumb in my day
they put me in my grave, lockin’ me away to decay
then i crawled from out my pit, lookin’ for my f~ckin’ cake
happy f~ckin’ father’s day, now go offer me a plate, b~tch

[hook: nick xl]
hit the air~christ on em
heard him talkin’ but the snare bite got him
and what you sayin’ doesn’t pair right, uh
i think there’s somethin’ in the air like autumn
i think there’s somethin’ in the air like~
air like~
autumn

[outro: sample & robotic voice]
“five knuckle shuffle!”
martian on the track

- lirik lagu nick xl

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