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despicable - stillmatic (tug) lyrics

[intro]

stillmatic!
i’m back!

[verse]

lock ‘em back and hit the dudes
got one chance to spit the truth
rock a man with pots and pans and hopsin’s album
this is cool!
what you say? i’m not gonna blow?
topping a flow on a positive note
not gonna hold any bottles and hope that i*
body ‘bout anyone talking the most
listen up kid, better not get a boast*
bet a lot of it though in a pot full of gold
that’s me, walking ‘em close
cause you’re a mutt, every dogs gotta go!
no, making a pout
taken a bunch of a cake and it sounds*
any punch wouldn’t take us and raking us down
you better duct (duck) cause i’m taping ‘em now
i don’t care, i’m making a sound
i won’t fear any lame with a crown
tip top shape with a name in the ground
bitter shade, little game is it? claiming it now
i don’t suck you got bad taste
i won’t love you, rock back faze and*
i’m a racist? not that phase!
i’m twice the crazy, talked and same
go back and topping the morning
not gonna form any possible core and*
botching a fourth of a beat and it seems every*
g’s gonna talk with a lock in their sore*bums
i’m done, change your a, thang, for the name
boring lame, soaring up, closing up, like a dang pore and*
ain’t soaring, dang, are you signing up in pride documents?
cause i was thinking that your just gay forum (for ‘em)
brain sore and pain, moral claims for the rest
save every test like the names on the ‘est
and that would mean t, and t as tug
beat rapping chumps with a leaf bashing up!
if you think that i suck, you must mean that old stuff
you know of, jeez, go and see what i brushed cuz i’m…
[beat switch]

not bad, doing a lot
and i… got back with a screw in it all but i’m*
not gonna screw it up, music and all
dang, i’m choosing to brawl
everybody wanna go and call for features
nope, talking bleachers
bleach with a pinch of a walking mean verse
kid, stalking me worse
this, rocking these t*rds and*
please, talk to me first, so*
we, spot the mean words*
eat, cough and drink ur*
big, mean, confidence, and i’m on with it
if i never get a chance, then imma rock in a*
lot, in a parking spot, imma start to be worse!
jeez, stop! and please start to make music
i hate doing all of these chores for lame students
the day i meet somebody close to my sk!ll
i’ll be close to my grill, hoping the chosen one still isn’t choking my will
please listen, as the song is almost finished
i don’t wrong, but i was wrong, my love is often rippin’
glove is socking women, not the dog, but yeah you get it
trust that tug is dropping, rocking all, and rapping minutes!
[outro]

children! aha
ushtar!

- stillmatic tug lyrics

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