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lirik lagu pravda – your old droog

[verse 1: your old droog]
we like isaiah thomas and joe dumars
you don’t want no fuma
actin’ tough, you goops harold and k*mar
been jackin’ too hard, i’m looking at these rappers like
doc umar looking at your white gumar
you mad they recognize my brilliance, spending tens of millions
must be graffiti writers, way you in your feelings
don’t a minute go by your man is not complaining
all he do is f*ck up the bag like boxers training
got restraint, ain’t worried ’bout n0body hating
that’s like the dude cursing at the sky for raining
can’t stop yod, you can only try and contain him
cause soon will see the difference when the product came in
your boy put a lot of pain in
end of the day, still acknowledge that it’s entertainment
who shot ya? separatе the heat from sriracha
peoplе watcher, i see the geek in your posture
they be like “how you living (?)?”, i say “прекрасна”
peace to sasha, (?)
old russians in the spot, off a fifth of vodka
i wanted my dogs, come flip you like a lodka
so we exposed these (?), oh we got to
f*ck you and your phony patois
and your b*tch, who she think she is? patra?
p*ssy (?)
yo i heard this (?) frontin’ like he top shotta
got bread but you dusty like ciabatta
think you bright but i know somebody smarter
with an ocd mother and a musician father
(?), i been this way since cats was wearing pradas
drop the hammer on the propaganda, all you hear is “pravda”
[verse 2: mach*hommy]
lil’ mama washing my feet like she was magda
mary, quite contrary, up in these (?)
god body unique, i speak with the chakras
i’m sheek in my birthday fleek, peep the (?)
no custom jewelry for me, keep your (?)
put some langoustines in your cheek, eat your lobster
the (?) louis was deep, peace to (?)
we survivors like beyoncé and kelly
all them other c*cksuckers gotta slide on they belly
you not my brother, i’m liable to nelly
make a nice pair of boots with the (?) and the skelly
i need a python trenchcoat
i been dope ever since gp and shawn kemp tho
yo, next time we in venice beach, dropping a check off for enzo

[verse 3: el*p]
ay, vomit on your squadron
what’s wrong with this cheddar gobblin’?
amnesiacs, y’all prolly forgotten, i’m filthy rotten
gee*wiz, pardon, i’m tryna get to your coffin
always do the ed lover dance on the spot, i drop ’em
the drugs are not a problem, they solve when you’re over talkin’
they m*ffle the pollution, the noise of the soon forgotten
even in a grave stay in j’s and sl!ck fades
roll a pound and make it turn to a roach, call it a kafka
dark thoughts, often it’s black and blue where my heart is
while you gather ’round gallows to mock all the departed
famous for frying your favorite faces, but name an agent of danger more underrated, i’ll pay ya
you hear me with a droog and the mood is a hue of orange
we clockin’ the never awesome, l!ck off ’til they cucarachin’
wild world, they try to cut scars on any mufasa
you corner me get plated, i’m making f*cker frittatas
[verse 4: tha god fahim]
uh, white sheets and toe tags when i approach mics
i do it from the soul, i don’t do it for likes
we still lit like the stove that we (?) in rice
keep it with somebody holly, that be sugar and spice
i rock the death ill kicks that be lavish and crisp
a first round draft pick with points and assists
they tried to score but they missed, i used the fl!ck of the wrist
pay no mind to your defense, you better off on the pitch
i put in more work and less talk
all you see is white chalk, you couldn’t keep up on the light walk
we dog bark, rappers just miss me with the small talk
all hallmark rappers, we knock ’em out the ballpark
checkmate, you’ll never get a clean slate
we trendsetters, you just got up on the wave late
you showed up for dinner but ended as the main plate
i’ll mash out on the b*ttons till the game break
i’ll mash on the b*ttons, i got the game faced
sportin camouflage when i’m hunting, we not the same weight
to see the god, you prolly gon have to gain weight
off a protein shake, vitamins in a rare state
then prolly get you some all*state
you gon need insurance to get your endurance all straight
right after the beating you take
in dope olympics, all categories i ate
[verse 5: black thought]
okay, let’s separate the kings from the cabbage, civilized from the savages and gods from the average
the feasts from the famine, self*controlled from abandoned
my reach still expanding but i’m calm notwithstanding
above and beyond, sweating who the close seconds is
toast your beverages in honor of the dope references
whole (?) is surpassed by the most effortless
rose negligence lasts forever on that mega tip
let that message in, tell your next of kin i got my second win
returning beef back to sender, shaved extra thin
i bet the plot thicken if a boy test the pen
i let the pot thicken like some soy lecithin
when the chef adjust the temp, then turn the heat up
(?), more than just a pimp, i’m solid from the feet up
my blessings was a heaven*sent, i got it from the re*up
my family are where only those invited come to see us
y’all haters hire for peanuts, to try and come between us just a minor inconvenience
you should prolly come to jesus
my passport full of visas from back when going overseas was still allowed
no concern about diseases
he’s the twentieth century’s quintessential exemplary
spitter for carrying the culture to where it was meant to be
only thing i add up be insult to injury
condolences and sympathy, the solar system ends with me
the sun’s energy taken in form of poetry
i am the one, rappers is influenced unknowingly
what’s worse is i don’t do in the club verses
i am subversive, my thoughts connected like cursive
far as these other rappers all i got for them is nada
i’m a one person iron curtain, all you hear is “pravda”

- your old droog

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