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lirik lagu perx - mr.potato

vers1
this is a fist talk, are u ready to live hard, been years serve under power of czars .been broken and stoned with this d-mn cause, what a d-mn price can bring you a full clause, i’m a following sheep looking for ma king lamb
such a big cramp muscle need a beat strap…why u need blap your -ss had been so cracked ,from this war & peace encourage you like a pet act, fella! i’m satisfiedly trying break rules ,cause free love guides me to the main truth, i’m just rapping 4 ma heavenly peace troops, they are freer as they go with a bullet proof, borrow a mask, full cash pay your tax, pain, suffer love, s-x, disco & dream palace, caught up in the end by faceless bodies ,your court has started with a crank balance…
-chorus
mr. potato…to take your land
mr. potato…to knock u down
mr. potato…to hear their sounds
mr. potato…with locked hands
mr. potato…eat their trash
mr. potato…to fill their around
mr. potato… no 21 grams
they exactly wanted you to be their fan
—-vers2
p-ss ballz with the beast means fizz pose, hopelessly keep on knocking on a broken door, insult ism not in a race card, been a slave-heart & shake tale for their knave thoughts, i’m on charge till you finally receive the truth, i can do it 4 u!!! but what you pose to do?!!!
a brother told me don’t use your finger as a middle finger ,when u fist it be away from the crew of perjures, we’ll stand and fight till we cross da line, if you won’t hope to win, fella !steady trying
i spit hype on this pity rhyme, feel like “public enemy” & living like 89,”guerrilla funk” is still there can you see their sign? trying to be inner rage, don’t scared of frying, leave that sorry boy’s fans keep crying, don’t listen to their radio caz “dp” said it’s a lying
—–chorus
—-vers3
still ain’t free, act like i’m greedy, like a noisy buzz running on your pc, from rasht to the washington dc, deal with the samesh-t hard to believe it
keep rubbing haters still mobbing ,don’t know what you do, running by ferrari, money in their hands think we are lotters, this is what we call “new age of harlem”, you must serve till jesus’ coming ,betta take a look at jesus’ commands: “never sell your soul to a soulless alien”
prophecy of rage and back to your real values, whole coasts, demonical and main stream, no matter what they call you on the big screen, they’re pharaohs , we’ r slaves of same team, boot signs on your face ……hurts your feelings?!!!!

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