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lirik lagu harlem heat – mankind (sciryl & n8!)

mankind ft. despize * “harlem heat”
[emcee(s): !llumin@te, sciryl, and despize]
[producer(s) of instrumental 1: [?]]
[producer(s) of instrumental 2: [?]]

[verse 1: !llumin@te]
uh!
who better? you never
couldn’t kiss my shoe leather. the crown’s fitted for a new era
no cover for cops in blue sweaters
and gold shields. you prosciutto on bruschetta
no filter, your true color is too yellow
don’t be afraid to find your groove, stella. go ‘head and
take a cue from bruce jenner. i don’t judge, n*gga
here’s a tissue, here’s a hug, n*gga
f*ck, n*gga! i’m just showing you love
this is my outlet—i just throw in the plug
ask donald trump what goes undеr the rug
ask bill cosby what comes after the drugs
it’s hard to swallow, the act is hard to follow. if you do it
do it like there’s no tomorrow and your time is borrowed
even points on the pack ain’t enough
to keep the oinks off your back. never boink with a rat
clown n*ggas doink on the mat
i’m the type to light a joint with a match. it’s stevie ray
or call me mixtape nate, n*gga. either way
you better watch the tag*team moves we display
don’t get your head knocked off, boy. you need to pray
there’s really nothing left for me to say

[verse 2: sciryl]
yeah! uh! off the
top rope, motherf*cker. on that pot smoke
bud*puffer. high hopes for that elbow drop
spine*crusher. the sh*lltoe rocking a side hustler
you in the middle of this hot summer. it’s harlem heat
for your block, sucker. we’re coming for you, n*ggas
don’t get your pops stunted. i’m back to snapping with the hymns
snap, suplex, then back to get the pin
in the time it takes to snap into a slim jim. if that’s too heavy
savage what i bend. basket*case, b*st*rd with a pen
attracted to the sin, sadness in his grin
passion in his lips, dragon in his spit, attacking innocence
like i’m macking with the pigs. put ‘em in a
choke for a package of some cigs, for real
uh huh, i was just in staten with my nig and drove
by the very spot where they had him in a clinch
he ain’t get up from that like a finishing move. i asked
about eric garner, then some kids in a school said
“one them it’s them, then next minute, it’s you.” they said
“yes, mr. lyrics, what you’re spitting is true
but this subject is k!lling my mood”
the boys’ll be boys, they just did what they do
the boys’ll be boys, they just did what they do
booker t

[verse 3: despize]
i averaged a quadruple*double. “buku trouble”
is his codename in the booth, dude got smooth reb*ttals
dude will duff you in your stinking lips. y’all crew is
princesses. if lyrics is the mix, then i’m the missing link
triple helix sh*t, my third eye’s observant to the
blurs and deterrent to the birds and the vermin
i keep ‘em close like my weed and stogie. i start
breezing my seasoning, and it be meaner with more cleaner quotes
gotta believe you’re dope—they feed on the modest
with darkness, the fiend is cut deeper than what meets the scope
that’s why i chief my choke and straight steven strange
when i breathe my strain of green, sh*t relieving my soul
sorcerer supreme with the beats and flows, the ar*
*tistry is my artillery in auxillary
‘cause, audibly, i’m all scissory
that divinity delivery, sparked fiends start listening

[outro: despize, !llumin@te, and sciryl]
finish him, put him in a sharpshooter, lex luger
torture rack, put him on his back, sore loser
the pork*abusers on their big*boss*man. the list
short, fam. i hope you all fall in a coffin
f*ck a hater. undertaker piledriver chokeslam

- mankind sciryl n8

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