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lirik lagu smith.b - cereal (feat. $ilver willy)

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[verse 1: smith.b]
might just buy a rollie now that i’ve secured my camera
making it through college but i’m running out of stamina
i’ve managed to survive so far i’m worried bout the rest
even with a degree i’m still gon be a mess
“you creative types should get a real job and stop playing like
somebody wanna see what you made- we got sweat in our eyes”
cool, but ain’t n-body gotta be miserable like you, always
telling other people what they should and shouldn’t do
don’t doubt it for a second i work hard for what i love
you can act like i ain’t got the power surging through my blood
watch how you talk to me, i’ll dominate like dahmer ate, no mercy when we congregate, i’ll clean yo meat right off my plate
but i don’t hate you case you wondering, thundering bring the hummer in
through the front, i spit fire, i guess cause i’m gas guzzling
i punish sh-t cause i got the beat actin up
they mad as f-ck, wylin cause i brought the 90s to their trunk
one some young will smith sh-t
put me on yo mtv raps! and i’d be a hit
if biggie were alive he’d slap this in the sentra whip
he might say something like
zip it up- please keep the flavor sealed in fresh
swiss ya up/ catch so many holes that i’ll turn ya flesh
into mesh, i’m tha best, these baby boys wanna test me?
like paternity? cause they got plenty from me
catch me on maury with the mic in my hand
and watch these kiddies try to imitate my best laid plans
i’m the sand in ya crack, got the bands, slinging crack
out da back, got the track record to break your back
i need the sack of the cash in my lap that’s a fact
the beat looks all wavy i can’t stay on…
track- i need to take your paper, like a mailman
toucan sam off honey smack, selling golden grams
i’ll go bam-bam on some jocks who sling pebbles thinking it’s rocks
i’ll snap and pop at your apple, jack- you all bark and no chomp
champion floss hoodie
f-ck with me, what’s goodie?
moving quickly gonna need a dolly to shoot me and $ilver w-lly

[verse 2: $ilver w-lly]
put the metal in your mouth like i’m filling in cavities
brains h-t the floor, it’s the theory of gravity
9 shot revolver so i don’t pick up sh-lls
metal ringing out like i’m playing church bells
unh. i’m at the party b-mping with the dean
put me in prison, i’ll break out like acne
givin’ rappers nightmares but i’m in they b-tches daydreams
run the trap so hard, catch me ballin’ at the track meet
dirty as your d-mn feet, f-ckin’ up the d-mn beat
lay you on the curb, stomp down with my d-mn cleats
bullets wrapped in teflon, produced with c8
hit me on my flip phone if you tryna see weight
got an ar shooting depleted uranium
got you in my sights, get a deleted cranium
bringin pain to them, b-tches tryna chase me
blood up on the walls, paint the town red, banksy
paid off them guards, in prison they shanked three
i’m one of a kind, no you can’t replace me
bringin’ the fire like i chose cyndiquil
my b-tch just upgraded from xans to benadryl
working overtime cause i gotta get paid
k!lling all you roaches like i’m sprayin raid
if you tryna step to my homie bryce
best be wearin skates ‘fore you find yourself on ice
shootin at ya playa’ with rounds that are hollow
brains h-t the floor but your body gon’ follow

[sample]
breakdown!
[outro: del the funky h-m-sapian (sample), smith.b, and notorious b.i.g (sample)

(del the funky h-m-sapian sample)
now while the mc’s rhymin and the dj spinnin’ i want y’all to just get down
now while the mc’s rhymin and the dj spinnin’ i want y’all to just get down
now while the mc’s rhymin and the dj spinnin’ i want y’all to just get down
now while the mc’s rhymin and the dj spinnin’ i want y’all to just get-
(smith.b)
sh-t, y’all know what to do

(notorious b.i.g sample)
cause i’m knee deep in the beats
in the landcruiser jeep with the mac 10 by the seats
for the jackas, the jealous -ss crackas in the blue suits, i’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof
hold ya head, cause when i hit the bricks i got gin, mad blunts, and b-tches suckin’ d-ck
the funk, baby


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