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lirik lagu sensi cypher – suspect (canada)

{verse 1: ren thomas]
check! ha!
i smack a rapper backwards for talk like they carry axes
a b*st*rd on tabs of acid i’m graphic trashin’ a classic
my rite of passage is glasses of whiskey twisted b*st*rd
i’m savage far from the average y’all suck we masters of madness
i spike the punch bowl let the party in league
have you crying over your dogs like marley and me
walk to the ring with a skull in my palm like papa shango
gorilla good with their hands like amy in congo
a christ diss to me is like believing in god when you just a b*tch that won’t listen like еven to god
and i’m eatin’ you starvin’ vanilla ice ‘еm over the banister
i catch somebody sh*ttin’ like i’m tyrion lannister
if i ain’t seein’ money while my eyes green you’re visine
we catch ’em slippin’ y’all get stuck like deers in a high beam
b*tch on these hoes at the store while i’m bustin’ a nut
if dj’s don’t play this sh*t then we f*ckin’ ’em up
granted!

[verse 2: ghetto mc]
six syllable spitter (got a half) sinner
scriptin’ symbols while i’m sittin’ on the sh*tter
spliff spark the sh*t skunks
it’s no secret i surely sing sonnets
that’s a series of s’s no offense
seriously starving no end
scarcely social no friends
several strands of sativa no stems
sticks for the suckers seeds for the growing
big beautiful buds in the blunts that i’m glowing
sensi starr everything n*ggas be knowing
trade pound for life so you know what i’m holding
brandishing i’m braggadocious parked and it’s breathtakin
how i’m balancing the bars and i’ve barely begun my brilliance is bar none
if i breathe on your beat you’ve been blessed with a bar gun
[verse 3: burke the jurke]
yeah stop the drama ‘fore i squash you you are not a soldier
i’ll pop a cop in an iron shoulder to drop a poser
all you smell is dead decomposed body odor
accidentally shot your noggin like i’m john travolta
pulp fiction the warmest of problems
i’m a rocket well over these rappers sleepin’ on me get ’em a pot of folgers
c*ckroaches flying over nagasaki vultures
pop radio imposters c*ck vlock the culture
i gotta get a lot of dollars and a lot of doja
pop my collar karate chop a hip hop promoter
constant motor everything that i drop is vulgar
a groupie floosie wanna duel me then i gotta choke her
she just swallowed a cobra in the side of mi cona
the don dada got a poker and i shock the children
knock before the ‘poster overlock i rode the rock n roll
well i’m not a solo opp i have a vodka soda
you wanna push my b*ttons like an xbox controller?
take the glock from the holster body over

[verse 4: maine da medicine]
half black half latino
sipping ice tea in the garden just like nino
and all my brothers scream for help yeah look at the eagle
leave you a man apart like vin diesel
blind to the hate blind to the fake
take boys to school like q with the blank face
i’m a top dog a1 beef i raise the stakes
i’m sittin’ with the eighths and my bees scr*pin’ my plate
puttin’ in work ain’t f*ckin with’ the words
even my adlibs got ’em callin’ me a jerk
but the flow got ’em screamin’ out here like red alert
i’m nice with the pen i mc from the ghetto with a leaf on my shirt like i’m rapping with ren
me and suspect back at it again
’cause ruckus when i rock let the madness begin
(’cause ruckus when i rock let the madness begin)
[verse 5: adlib]
party crashin’ broad ass in it
live travelin’ but i ain’t move legs
maybe just a twitch rhyme a written trick
let me pinch your b*tch i’m fingering her cl*t
all we like to be is bad sh*t (bad sh*t)
dance dirty i ain’t patrick (dempsey)
hat trick boy three times dope
sure shot my whole life under a scope (come on)
gutter east coast broccoli and cheddar
whatever whenever stone cold leave a peephole in your sweater
i’m in that low peacoat cold as ever s*xy every dinner
sour or better i’m lightin’ the best
ape sh*t caveman cave in your chest
i’m not like the rest ain’t no rest for the wicked
i can’t dig it less i’m talkin’ to b*tches

[verse 6: suspect]
sus the ghetto mc lining shots at the bar
jack d and two blunts got my mind state on mars
my entourage be starr only sensi in the jar
cross the border and i angry that i’m setting it off
keep that piff in the dutch yeah i brought it across
like good canadian kush no pebbles or strong
everything is everything ’til you living like a refugee
aiming at the goal cross lines like a refugee
rhymes hit like a missile black diamonds by the fistful
tryna get out these streets grip the pen not a pistol
tdot to new jersey and the ghetto of birds
hit philly for some herb blow the clouds of purp
keep the fuschia in a herb and i create that pocket
nonstop shot blocker tatted up like dennis rodman
please i brush you off like jay did
can’t go out b*tch like ‘ye did that’s some fake sh*t

- suspect canada

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