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lirik lagu slap ’em up – outerspace

[verse 1: doap nixon]
smack a n-gg- and his chick when he ain’t acting right
clap a n-gg- on a [?] when he ain’t [?] right
too many weirdos in this game and it ain’t hard to miss
them the ones that go from hard to that r-t-rded spit
just because i refuse to get on n-gg-‘s sh-t
doesn’t mean i ain’t in a lab making a cl-ssic diss
bring [?]
i just had to switch the labor up
blame it on me, my last label sucked
past made them n-gg-s, i took them to the hood
with no chrome or them f-ggots thought i would go wood
from sd to god’s fury we gave them hits
what a lawsuit? them n-gg-s get the whole clip
aotp banging them, how they oughta be
and i ain’t asking them n-gg-s for their royalty
and on my way out
stay with goons that put the flame out
qd n-gg-s ready to bang out

[hook: planetary]
if they actin’ outta pocket, gotta slap ’em up
if they really violatin’, gotta clap ’em up
caught a coroner’s, tag ’em up, bag ’em up
aotp ain’t no one f-ckin’ with us
if they actin’ outta pocket, gotta slap ’em up
if they really violatin’, gotta clap ’em up
caught a coroner’s, tag ’em up, bag ’em up
aotp ain’t no one f-ckin’ with us

[verse 2: crypt the warchild]
i don’t f-ck with the drama, i just start a war
leave no stone unturned, i finish ’em all
i ain’t even try to preach, no biblical song
you wanna hand out? you got pitiful palms
lyrical don, blessed till your spiritual gone
you been warned, i will mangle your physical form
this beat make me wanna suck a [?]
wack rapper, back packer
ain’t up the speed, he need to rap faster
push this pen like i’m in a box pushin’ raps
i get my weight up, don’t ever overlook of that
crybaby -ss n-gg-s, they get shook to death
i’m wilding out nowadays so i look possessed
so waterside, way ship with the crooked neck
can’t [?], you get put to rest
i’m tryna juggle now rocks ’til the world is mine
so get the f-ck up out my way, when i’m on my grind

[verse 3: planetary]
tryna get our point across with a point and a cross
crucify your rap style, i’m on point when i ball
new joints in the stores, just like it usually be
we slappin’ up these b-tch n-gg-s seemin’ foolish to me
don’t make get a old school tool and use it on me
commit suicide and teach a little crew ’bout beef
the rhythm hit ’em and your bloodstain mahogany brown
the dichotomy of every thought i brush it down
logically it’s contradictory and misery’s found
i bounce back, count stacks, mom, look at me now
i’m taking charge with [?] bars, i’m sick in the head
medication won’t work, i talk sh-t when i’m dead
resurrect with a new life, new mics
new eras, i’m drinkin newcastles, and some new night
i keep artilleries still on me ’cause i trust nothing
we hit ’em running, that’s when you know who the f-ck’s dumping

- outerspace

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