Lyrics:
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45
L'approccio è alla Moana
Io Rocky, lei Adriana
Il mood è nevermind
Come l'album dei Nirvana
Molassana by night
Quartiere dormitorio
Scritte sui muri
Segnano il
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
THE G.O.D
I’ll BE BACK IN A MINUTE
ON SOME OLD POLE SHIFT TIP
CRACK MOUNTAINS LIFT OCEANS UP
CAUSE HYSTERICS
IM SUTTN SORT OF CLOSE TO A TWISTER
YOU
For try'na gas me like unleaded, I ain't the fuckin' one, one, one
So take that gum out your ass hole
First round, T.K.O. his ass like "Glass Joe"
I
loco
Bare arms like a polo
Shirt put holes in him like the o-zone
Act hard I'll soften ya up
I got that Tropicana flow man I'm all juiced up
Eddie Cane
It's immortal truth
Too much information
Here's some more to chew
(No bounds)
Unmeasured by rulers
Not a King or a peasant
Unmeasured by
will bust a hole right through your thinker
Forget your strategies when you battle
International record sales
People try, but they fail
It's
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
Karate
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping
his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns
Its not real , not even close
our bodys are made up of o and 1
our elements are just two 0 1
0 1 0 1 0 1
Fuck around, put some digits on my check
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
will bust a hole right through your thinker
Forget your strategies when you battle
International record sales
People try, but they fail
It's
trans settas hyphy started in the o
the hole bay go stupid im from the vallejo
and u could put this in the hiphop bible
keep this sneaks hyphy
verse
hole an then I will drain your whole soul
Chorus
Song Title: Fatality
Artist: Breezy
Album: Game Over
Producer: Broc Jesch (Breezy)
All rights
want the best for you
I know you already know this
Keep writing and spitting and
Just stay focused
A feature on your album
That's really kinda dope
the premonition
All your bitching down the drain
Drain-o with the fixing
Definition of a wild fire
No ghost writer & don't fight it
The damage will only spread
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
Ganja hula nie zamula
Kręci się zielona chmura
Wnosimy o postulat by posadzić ganje dziś na tronie króla
Kiedy wchodzimy na te bity to wiadomo co się
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