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lirik lagu poops - bring on ya best

p–ps – “bring on ya best”
[emcee(s): p–ps]
[producer(s): fboom]

[verse 1: p–ps]
my eyes see where your true courage is. i slaughter and
it don’t take an explorer to discover this. my mind is flourished with
poetry at a [?]
[?] i’ll feel, hug better to rip through skin tissue with
no issue. i’ll still give more shots than a bartender
with p–ps gone to get it, all crews, squads’ll get it
no matter the place, i’ll still bring it to your face like
a cosmetic. when the illusion i’ll present you bled through
it’ll have even a blind squinting like an ori-
-ental. it’s a must i test you. when emcees hear
ears’ll hate, it’ll irritate and press you. like much
is said too when they touch and inject you, i get under your skin
like a blood vessel. i’m just one soul, un hermano
that influenced you to follow. in music, i’ve
broke more records than a three-ton diamond needle on
a phono, i don’t come from reasoning, i just be
defeating men with a rap and watch emcees lose it—the way
they snap, you could swear they were former comedians. i’m never
saying rhymes that were already foretold—those rhymes
been said before your punchlines and metaphors and jewels
wasted and/or old like a homeless man’s wardrobe
for rhythm and poetry, i created to take this
[?] to other lands’ invasion and conquer
like they did to america’s first natives. in my
time, i’ve said rhymes that rocked more n-gg-s than slave ships

[hook: p–ps] (x3)
who’s having doubts about the p-double-o-p-s?
bring on your best

[verse 2: p–ps]
once the mic is abducted, i’ll be preoccupied
some burn emcees, but you wouldn’t know who got fried until
the smoke subsides. the blast from my toner has emcees’
bodies with craters, holes bigger than ones in the ozone layer
this is homicidal vinyl on your record players
for foes, it’s automatic, the deceased’ll increase when i
release a masterpiece to murder, i’m an addict. kid, it
becomes a habit, now i’m addicted to see the living
become nonexistence. for the ones who said
[?] auction, better take safety precautions
i’ll bring no type of good fortune, just disaster
to have your favorite rapper put inside a wood coffin
rappers wouldn’t panic—when they do, we combinated
two men armed and dangerous unless the asr and my mic
is confiscated—even then, we still’ll be making ceme-
-teries overpopulated. you could call this a mu-
-sical barbecue, the stage is the grill, and the
charcoal is from the bits of the last k!ll. so many
from [?] got fried just so i could see red n-gg-s’
body let off carbon dioxide. this is the worst thing
to a n-gg- since apartheid, so in reality
when i’m rapping, extracting vitality from a person’s anatomy
i’ll claim more people than a psychotic
individual with multi-personalities

[hook: p–ps] (x2)
who’s having doubts about the p-double-o-p-s?
bring on your best

[verse 3: p–ps]
never to
guard lessons but i will draw your attention or eyes
so my confession: all i need is a mic to leave
a rapper six feet under soil. i be the man to make
your plan foil [?] burn until the earth’s sweat
begin to boil. i’ll make a place unsafe for emcees
when i raise h-ll like pinface, never giving
fair fights, little mercy to sp-ce life. no-words
emcees’ lips ain’t zipped, sh-t, they’re airtight—that’s why
there’s no discussion, any thoughts of constructing rhymes
like these only leads to a mind concussion (man, listen)
lucifer couldn’t have these thoughts i’m possessed with
so much madness my mind has infested. for those
who’ve been awaiting, sleeping like a coma patient will awaken
when i do my work underground like satan
so there’s no other explanation. this ain’t the song you’ll listen
to if you sought salvation. after the verse, all emcees-
-‘ll fear mine ‘cause when a rapper’s over the border
to when a phobia, just the thought of going near mics-
-‘ll give you [?] that’ll turn your hair white
noticed half of y’all rappers are homeless. when it comes to throat
smoking, your axis couldn’t blow up if your coated
was detonated with explosives

[hook: p–ps] (x3)
who’s having doubts about the p-double-o-p-s?
bring on your best

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