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lirik lagu blank stacks – reference

[prod. reference]

[intro]
yeah, now i already thought i told you this dog
but whatever though… yea…

[verse 1]
one two, one two, same with the bars as punches
eliminate one pair, and they’re one and the same
they both dauntless, k!ll staunch rappers without gauntlets
and they both crunch a rapper until his rhymes in crutches
fine wine and intertwine with my newest rhymes
i’m vilified, by villains five and they know who they are
i’m got spill nothing on that but…
yeah, f-ck the rap sh-t if the rhymes is what’s solidified
menace and i’m still a scribe, i’m still ascribed to the cowards that i despise
my fires have burnt my neighbours’ eyes
and the wild flames that caught arise burnt my neighbours dry
i was never subtle dog, i’ve found it doesn’t pay to be sly
fiending for a hitman’s salary and a k!ller’s high
b-ss muddy as pigswill and i made it in a pigsty
i’d be more ashamed of the whole d-mn truth than of a quick lie
that’s just how it is and i dare you to ask me why

[hook]
uh, let’s face the facts true
big money money yeah you got blank stacks too
making paper, well that’s something i’ve never been that good at
let me do the honours cuz that’s something that i must have
them blank stacks dog
light a match dog, burn the cash like pro’lemz
them blank stacks dog
burn baby burn

[verse 2]
and of this rap i partake
the r.e.f is like r.a, i ain’t phased by your clips with a.k’s
cuz i’m unloading these clips through my k.r.k’s, urgh
i picture a kid with gun-clips in his scripture
and his doctrine, i’m willed to turn graves into fixtures, ugh
i got this doctorate, i wasn’t impressed so i doctored it
and re-concocted it so that i was the dominant
i ain’t a rapper’s son, i’m fresh with this treble clef dude
looked my uncle in the eye, told him he had a dope nephew
it’s true i can’t stand men from different quadrants
see, we grow our own materials, mixed in our own cauldron
give your music to your boys, they take it wishin’ good health
but like grandma’s knit christmas presents, it’s left on the shelf
i saw these rappers, rapped ’em, if you’re looking for a comparison
it’s like guitar sk!lls between lil’ wayne and eric clapton
like rusted iron vs tungsten, and tundran alaskan
got tonnes done of rapping, i’m at the point where i care
where i’m saying even though i still just want to rap
it’s twisting my arm, more than a u.s foreign policy
so i’ll just make my own lane, hope that no-one follows me bruh
f-ck your prophecies, i’m a prophet for prodigies

and i couldn’t give a f-ck about the profit, so top it bruh

[verse 3]
well these pages isn’t blank
stunning, these other f-ckers is running
when i’m low key running sh-t, in the r.e.f establishment
cunning but fueled by the honour to be on a beat
which means i’ll beat up a beef-head, who is beefin’ with me
dog, look you’re one-inch, while i’m giving frontage
the f-cks i give are functioning and from it’s funk i be fossiling
and philosophizing, while you’re fluctuating
as several different levels of flummoxed, while i haven’t got the funds

i’m a lost one that found he was one of the boss tongues
blow!

- reference

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