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lirik lagu promise nyc - promise's town

so y’all gonna say
i’m not the best
do y’all know how many lives
y’all just lied to?
y’all better stop putting that white stuff inside y’all left nostril
’cause i was top 5 dead or alive since the time i left high school
i’d probably be better than y’all if i tried my best not to
the rest could never spit this
like, who the f is messin’ with this?
you ain’t quite the wordsmith, might i suggest another interest
how could one man possess such finesse and effortlessness?
unless of coursе he was the best that еver did this
yeah, “ow,” you heard her
my style just hurt her
i’m ’bout to be on trial for murder
how ’bout we pile some dirt up, so
juelz could bring some flowers for her? r.i.p
it’s like a harvest scene how
i nearly depart y’all beats
the greatest rapper of all~time
aren’t i he?
by far i be
n~ggas tryin’ to see prom?
my god, why me?
that’s like a blind man trying to avoid a stalker
so he goes and buys a caller id
i’m off y’all radar, far deep, like a farmer’s three
y’all can’t see prom, he’s eons beyond y’all reach
and i don’t know if i’m a mack or geek
popular nerd, i don’t know if i’m a zack or screech
and now i be tryin’ to look fly, n~gga, my swag on e
i’m from the era of dmx, lox, drag~on, eve
f~ck a tag on jeans
i had on these all dag~on week
’cause i’m cookin’ up that master plan, hehe, y’all gon’ see
and not jack off with daxx grease before i slack on beats
ain’t no n~gga i won’t body
i’ll black on bleach
man, i’m ’bout to cut this track off, peace
nah, chill, prom, don’t back off, preach
yeah, you right, i couldn’t leave, but what is that gonna teach?
so many wack rappers, man, i need to take a cr~p on each
and can y’all fill me in on this new fad called sleep
’cause when i’m in my zone, i don’t do that or eat
i just write all day and turn into a big black~tored beast
180? n~gga these notebooks better add more sheets
what’s goin’ on, yo? add more beat
nah, chill, prom, you’ve been rappin’ for mad long, b
you don’t hear yourself?
you all out of breath and half~off beat
yep, i’m talkin’ to myself
mmm~hmm, that’s all me
i’m in my own magical world, n~gga, i gotta chill by myself
it get frustrating trying to explain me to somebody else
let me get harry potter phone number, yo, he could probably help
y’all just more fast food dinner for my plate
on this day, these poor b~st~rds finna get erased
i’m convinced they the small~last beginners in the race
and i’m the sensei, old master splinter in the face
get in your place, donatello
i humble rhymers, turn the most boastful kind of fellow mich~lle obama~mellow
i’d be d~mned my sh~t flop
’cause i got them white people sayin’, “man, that sh~t rocks”
and i got them black people sayin’, “d~mn, that sh~t hot”
fam, i go ham, i’m pop and i’m hip~hop
i’m ‘pac, i’m cam, i’m big pop, godd~mn
what am i not?
oh, man, that sh~t stopped
f~ck it
you can hear my flip~flop?

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