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lirik lagu winning – dead players

[verse 1: jam baxter]
it was somewhere in between my fifth meal and fourth daiquiri
and 20 seconds prior to me ducking out theatrically
i slapped the sky backward peeled the leech from my anatomy
then casually ejected all the stragglers from my galaxy
the seven meter gap between my feet and every paving slab
is populated solely by a flame r-t-rdant race of rats
fade to black
a knock at the door, could be the pigs, pocket the draw
but stood on the step was the kid in the mirror just begging for time like a grovelling wh0r-

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[verse 2: dabbla]
yo where my sh-t at
hacking at the statue with my pickaxe
got more styles than you can shake a stick at
she know where the d-ck at
ego got you brainwashed, i’m staying hot
the tongue is sharp enough to slice a raindrop
catch me on the same bop, thats for certain
alas the man in person
hanging out the whip an’ bumping cypress hill the spanish version
bagging the verses up
turning whatever you work with up
it’s bigger than anything i can imagine you better believe it i burst a nut

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[verse 3: jam baxter]
it was somewhere buried deep inside a seven day ingestion session
sandwiched right between a powder mirror and the next to mention
just before the roof ignited, soon after i left my bedroom
found myself starring in some crudely shot spaghetti western
velvet and pearls litter the yard, leave them to rot the liquor is ours
slippery streets, rip ’em apart
sinister squint, despicable laugh
rivers of women are walking by, dip ‘n’ a swim in a swarm of flies
back to the cavern with every affiliate rinsing an running the water dry

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[verse 4: dabbla]
all of a sudden i’m between a place i’ve been before an uncharted territory
thought it was hereditary, secondary nature kept it predatory
your legendary status is in jeopardy
dead players crawling out the cemetery, fall about hysterically
swam with a shark, same old sh-t, brand new start
you man wouldn’t say boo to a goose, truth is could you even play your part
now you wanna go an make your mark, face your soul, ancient art
save me a seat in the age of the goat, maybe i’ll scr-pe you a place in my heart

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[verse 5: jam baxter]
it was somewhere back in 2012, i left them nursing flimsy legs
freakish fingers filling bargain buckets with their crispy flesh
i skim the dingy depths of london rocking whiskey breath
minty fresh, face the draw and straws to win a grisly death
stewing in bed with a ditzy sket, chewing the hem of her skimpy dress
the plight of the mad, dinner of kings
sprinkle the grit on the filthy mess, mate
said i’d be back in a sec, left em a gram an a packet of gretts
and spent a thousand years perfecting my cynical grin and my lack of respect
i’m back

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[verse 6: dabbla]
motherf-cker i keep it real even with the wifey
that’s why she’s still beside me
treat me like a f-cking king and never do a thing to spite me
its so unsightly how you got your hustle backwards
standing in the puddle scared to guzzle from the cactus
tell you something that i do know blud, get more slam than a judo rug
got them like how did we get it so good? only get it back when you show love
who showed up? say no more, s’all in the mind, pay no more
made it to the top but their ain’t no floor, so i kept on knocking on the same old door

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- dead players

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