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moving keys - novatore & c-lance lyrics

[chorus: chubs]
dirty knife work, get your life hurt
buried at the neck, hollows in the tec, hope the slice hurt
what goes around comes and vice versa, get your life hurt
dark magic where the trife burns, bring the right words
the real possession, teach the darkest lessons, watch who you addressin’
see the demons prance while paintin’ up a b*st*rd’s head
i hope you count your blessings answerin’ your questions
in demonic sessions makin’ bad impressions, sinners durin’ confession

[verse 1: k*prez]
i jump up in this b*tch without a bungee cord
the whole world bangin’, see the signs in a bl**dy war
n*ggas won’t support you, why the f*ck he your buddy for?
you supposed to read between the lines, better study more
on the lord, i remember workin’ on a dungeon floor
been had enlightenment before i seen the sun at all
a lotta n*ggas say they pro, they don’t know the protocols
painful when you speakin’ the truth, it’s like a broken jaw
open scars, sh*t grimier than them corner stores
quarter water, sh*t i border is hotter than the core
it’s something light, might k!ll a rapper and go sip a coors
for the cause, need a hefty bag like santa claus
eyes low off mushrooms but i’m standin’ tall
n*ggas’ guns blam but never learned how to brawl
you small steppin’, i adapt and evolve
if they trick you out your spot, n*gga, that ain’t my fault
[chorus: chubs]
dirty knife work, get your life hurt
buried at the neck, hollows in the tec, hope the slice hurt
what goes around comes and vice versa, get your life hurt
dark magic where the trife burns, bring the right words
the real possession, teach the darkest lessons, watch who you addressin’
see the demons prance while paintin’ up a b*st*rd’s head
i hope you count your blessings answerin’ your questions
in demonic sessions makin’ bad impressions, sinners durin’ confession

[verse 2: novatore]
just call me when the talent match the feature money
i knew it’s harsh but it’s the truth,f*ck catchin’ bees with honey (f*ck that!)
i used to party in the west until the east was sunny
now i hunt for eggs at 8am, no easter bunny (godd*mn!)
the beast was hungry so he stopped and got the drop on you
lo and behold, you slowed your roll like you was chopped and screwed
got subdued and now you caught in this debacle
kings get toppled if they just oppress their people, leave with somethin’ awful
i’m terrible, i take your dreams and leave ’em into pieces
spittin’ parables, make you aware of my most recent thesis
y’all met with me and lost belief in jesus
so indecent, dwell among the thieves and all these evil heathens (evil heathens)
i’ll make you peons turn to vegetables
just turn the beat on, see i’m beyond just exceptional
get wetted anywhere, the fair or at the festival
perfect the hits i be on, i’m like léon the professional
[chorus: chubs]
dirty knife work, get your life hurt
buried at the neck, hollows in the tec, hope the slice hurt
what goes around comes and vice versa, get your life hurt
dark magic where the trife burns, bring the right words
the real possession, teach the darkest lessons, watch who you addressin’
see the demons prance while paintin’ up a b*st*rd’s head
i hope you count your blessings answerin’ your questions
in demonic sessions makin’ bad impressions, sinners durin’ confession

- novatore c lance lyrics

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