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lirik lagu raz-al ghouls – training season

[intro: gp/tempest]
yo…
training motherf-cking season
yo what you know about the crew?
i got seven n-gg-s all up in here
and they all don’t give a f-ck, motherf-cker lets go!

[verse 1: king caexar]
its the fools from the equus
with the tools to move the block like tetris
talk fresh to these wenches
now she not in them heels cuz i got extra inches
n-gg-s don’t wanna test us, wait, you five feet talking reckless? guess he never seen the tempest
yeah, just a n-gg- with a death wish , n-gg- with a death wish
in the back of the lexus, blunt hitting lungs like asbestos
talk sh-t get dealt with, quick
guess she looking for the address cuz i hit n run and dipped now the accident lying in the pelvis
if she reach cloud nine (i’m what?), flying by on my nimbus!
n-gg-s mad like dyslexic teens tryna pr-nounce a sentence when they try to close the gap in between like strahan’s dentist
nothings been the same ever since zayn quit one direction
it hurt and affect us, but found a another malik
who got a great physique to fend off aggressors
weed got me f-cking high like bangbus
on some double deckers, smoking ganja, stand us
cuz we’re troublemakers, g-ngb-ngers in the swamp
swimming deep with alligators, bandannas in the trap
shanking beef like tailgaters

[verse 2: ro]
here i am. here i..am
talkin bout sh-t that i ain’t wanna talk bout again
sh-t that i got caught up in, cause i ain’t no rakim (nope)
capture the mood just round about – out’n’out
let my thoughts flow free man f-ck the doubt so…
imma ease my static, loosen up deep freeze my static
long as it keeps the heartbeat to appease my status
cryonics- don’t make me a k!ller
leaving a gap in a time hiatus, warping this rhyme, addin a filler
cold shoulder, you fight back with a pill, bones get a chiller
i see this, i see this
straight when you cut me loose from the fetus
with accuracy, masterfully adding
master to an already masterpiece, uh
and my puns pack a punch like pacquiao
leaving my enemies reeling like they blacked out
hit you with that old school flow like whakity! whack! pow!
bring rawness back to the smack-down
b-st-rds they whack get a smack now
leaving your throat choke, h-m- why you coughing?
never mind must be the toxic rap wrapped in toxin
talk sin, its a wrap imma cover…your coffin

[hook: gp/tempest]
uh, my n-gg- you asked for this
smoking on that cannabis
singing you’re delusion or suspicions rise like lazarus
they say that life’s a b-tch
and i say “man you’re girls a m-s-ch-st”
saying you’s a pacifist until my n-gg-s p-ss a…

uh, my n-gg- you asked for this
smoking on that cannabis
singing you’re delusional or suspicions rise like lazarus
they say that life’s a b-tch
and i say “man you’re girls a m-s-ch-st”
saying you’s a pacifist until my n-gg-s p-ss a fist

[verse 3: greenbeard]
time to disperse my first verse no patience to rehe-rs-
(why?) it’s supposed to be a free verse (oh)
but my squad has a bright future ahead of them
so i said to them push forward no reverse, i’m like dynamite you kinda have to might move out the way
you’s an enemy not a friend of me, where’s your energy?
you’re the main attraction, you call yourself the centerpiece?
off my circ-mference…
you’re weak like the eastern conference, come friends
we about to cleanse these past tense with our c-m friends. nah.. i need a new career
cause i fear the car from the rear hear my queer reference
f-ck it that’s my preference, you don’t like it?
we can duke it out like kenshin cut the tension
yeah that arouse your attention
it seems like i ate from a raw plate
cause my style fluctuates no time too punctuate
punk what you ate? all you do is contemplate
while i make the earth shake sitting on my throne
eating corn flakes for god sakes..
i need a contract for i have no cons on my tracks
gon when he’s black. i’m gone freaks out
heat seeks out if you don’t seeks out my potential on this track brain moves back and forth like pendulum
heart beating too fast via adrenaline
can’t reach my core im too hardcore
vocab’s doing these stunts like parkour
that’s the end of him, time too take my jet pack
and get back to the stratosphere, i’m on another tier
you n-gg-s barely pushing the earth atmosphere
and i’m outta here

[verse 4: temit]
one! two! skip to my lou!
tryna k!ll this beat but i don’t know what to do
pinky to my mouth, trying to use my brain
what are we gonna do today? put em all to a shame!
i’m a monster! you’re a goner
like bruce banner imma go bonkers
like bruce lee imma be water, hmmm…uh!
checkout my squad now ain’t got the lambo
ts h-t you with that kung-fu combo
king c hiding in the dark “oh god no!”
gp tall as h-ll, n-gg- can’t dunk though!
food for thought lyrics so good it’s nandos
take that whack food and throw it out the window!
rhymes h-t you hard, lean back like fat joe (godd-mn)
ts fans hear you on the beat they like “h-ll no!”
other lame rappers we be like “so so”
critics talk smack respond with new god flow
no we don’t lack don’t slack yeah you know!
yeah you know! yeah you know! (you f-cking suck!)
yeah you know! yeah you know! (jesus christ) ts!

[verse 5: zenzo]
bout to release a barrage of lead
leading this bullet to the top of your head
and yes i’m browner than ted pickin his -ss till he’s dead
(n-gg- what?) so what though? (oh sh-t)
you still get casually fed (casually fed)
ex, cause i’m delivering the pain, i’m bout to go bane
yea i’m about to go insane, i’m just saying i’m a saiyan
something like, prime lil wayne, big daddy kane!
just without the fame, cause all you sheep b-tches are lame
satisfied with bs ,when i’m still in the game
guess i’m stealing the game
putting all you f-ggot -ss p-ss-es to shame
(are you the greatest ever?)
nah, i’m just playing
i’m just a simple guy i’m just plain (no you ain’t)
got plenty people walking up to me saying
“fam! gp/tempest, king caexar d-mn!”
yea, that’s training season man
(what you know about training season man?)

[verse 6: sarju]
ya’ll don’t want it with me, shut your stupid -ss mouth
or imma have to get the duct tape (godd-mn!)
crack blunts on your last tape that don’t get no replays
but when we drop now its d-day
hate it if you want, but we can’t get enough
everyone wanna shine now that they vibing with us
city kind of quiet so we livin it up
tired of these n-gg-s out of pocket talking reckless
feel like imma have to x em off on my checklist
feeling restless, i keep looking over my shoulder
n-gg-s out of breath trying to keep pace
they gone stab me in the back – gimme my sp-ce
f-ck all these snakes chasing money these days
tell a broke n-gg- you should stay in your lane
in the lead since the first steps i laid
i can show you how to stunt because im trained
seasons change/ p-ss-es don’t/ i swear to god
success comes to those who wait
i guess the odds are my only motive
tap dance on the grave of anyone who opposed us
we the key to the codex
da vinci’s cheat’s sheet already told ya uh
young veteran soldier uh (yv!)
out the cave now we rose up uh
while u hating, we put on
that’s why people show us love
never did nothing fake at all
now u n-gg-s wanna roll with us
im just trying to make it
all these n-gg-s got double faces
so im shutting down the conversation
i be like straight up f-ck you n-gg-s!

[outro: gp/tempest]
f-ck you motherf-cking n-gg-s!
you b-tch–ss motherf-cking n-gg-s, f-ck you!
i’m out!

- training season

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