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real rap raw - cargo qell & dillon cooper lyrics

[intro]
a mile, a mile
yo, yo, yo, yo
yo yo
a milestone
you know it’s dee!
my hearts!

[verse 1: cargo qell]
i fed my whole confederation, dishin’ out this feta, confetti cakin’
n*ggas trippie except coi leray not they correlation
dedication on escalation, don’t worry when they made it
we out here running separate races, no segregation
beg ya pardon, bet they waitin’, bet, rev it up and take it
whole time that man cargo the revelation
really needed a better nation instead betters waging
i deandre ate in/ayton any challenge i’m ever facing (facts)
my yn out ny he pack toolies, don’t get whacked foolie
while boys watch like jack ruby
who that? who he? the k silent like that’s ksubi
in black new b’s they newbies and fade to black, uh
i don’t play that, can’t hand me a tony
now they know me for setting tones
this set in stone like angie, homie
don’t get taken out for insurance, i’m mangione
beheaded on the east river but they phalanges coney
hits for hittas swiping cards out town homes round thrones
that brown paper bag out the brownstone
keep a stick and stick to the code
hit diamond district every time i reach milestones (milestone)
[verse 2: dillon cooper]
stone cold delivery, stunnin’ and gun ’em, i turn ’em ghoulie, patna
pack these wackos up like sardines or whatever, clever
this god knowledge, supreme and hit chronic
we on it, profess and move to touch top dollar
soul grindin’, i’m true to this, not new this
polo sweater, solos on my feet, 20z booster sh*t
sl!ck coop, 360 wavy, throw it slow like i’m bout to send it 180
coop k!lla been wavy, dil lite, three’s up
fly street shaker, move maker, man, i make the rules
f*ck we waiting on? we takin’ it
mickey farnum makin’ hits, do this, ain’t no fakin’ it
got three spitters, mic k!llers, hip*hop ninja apostles
prophets right in the pocket like rakim or quest rimshot it
jesse james my team rocket, forever cosmic, it’s karmic
been locked in this forever, ain’t sweatin’ nothin’, i got this
h*ll on earth but i’m havoc and prodigy how i mobb it
what i speak is the gospel, fallen angel on a marathon
do it for the god mc’s in heaven, y’all ain’t never gone
dee, cargo, and dc, spitter legacy will carry on
forever, forever ever, forever ever?
coopa k!lla, dillon cooper, dark knight
smoove n*gga with wicked pseudonyms
student of the game, train my brain with rap rudiments
rap game, jesus,, i swerve judases
raised different, se42 rap hooligan
ayo, these industry n*ggas needa quit, they been fried out
at the hide out, red ryder shoot ya eye out
hand ’em a shovel make ’em dig up a ditch that they can’t climb out
this real rap raw back, n*gga, get the f*ck up
[verse 3: lil dee]
comin’ with the god flow, they couldn’t touch him, i’m spittin’ bars though
kept it bottled up, i’ma start unloadin’ my cargo
going donnie darko, solo
the way i’m rocking polo, you’d think that i was marco
tell me what you bob hope? you got jokes?
you not dope, you don’t drop tracks, you drop soap, i’m top goat
rock boats on this wave, my peers will not float
from the bottom, now i take em and stomp ’em like c*ckroach
they been takin’ hot quotes, from the bars i wrote
i’m at your throat, get these rappers in this art to choke
you some plants, there ain’t a soul that i’d spare i guess
it’s revenge, you could smell it in the air i’m p*ssed
you know what the kid’s name is? young and dangerous
i’m a*list, stretchin’ that from queens to cambridge
flames is what i’m finna change the game with
my lip going gallagher you rappers is shameless
the kid from coney island that’s promotin’ the violence
i’m in depeche mode sitting here enjoyin’ the silence
i’m usurpin’ every crown, every throne, i’m your highness
bars sicker than corona when i flow it’s a virus
you know it’s dee

[outro: dillon cooper]
ayo, told these n*ggas to get the f*ck out
this real rap raw, n*gga, we back
new york city
real rap, n*gga, we here

- cargo qell dillon cooper lyrics

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