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prowl - e.hollywood lyrics

tonight i’m on the prowl
bouta hunt for what’s mines
it’ll be winter no time

gotta be a winner this time
i’m on the prowl
gotta go consistently grind
gotta path no one can define
gotta sink your t–th in the line

i sink my t–th in the spine
of this beat for relief
you know the cravings always there but will you eat when it’s beef
the shots of serotonin surge, saliva leak from my t–th
you know the game is just as hungry watch them feed of beliefs
now and then i turn my face to the howling winds
i smell your fears fecal traces of your doubts again
steady tracking all the inner great that lies within
steady running hoping inner demons die within
drag a rapper 50 miles
to the lions den
asking self is this the best time and time again
this is k!ller instinct that defining win
they caught me slippin last time
i won’t go blind again
battle lions, tigers, bears and the ones who gone constrict us
not to mention all of the b-tches that came and l1cked us
not forgetting vicious hyenas who want there fix 1st
you’ve been breeded nature’s selection gone get its pick 1st
i’m like a pit 1st lock on and ask later
i take a sh-t to mark the track and wipe my -ss later
lone wolf look what happened to my last neighbor
when you coming for what’s yours you am-ss haters

tonight i’m on the prowl
bouta go hunt for what’s mines
it’ll be winter no time
gotta be a winner this time
i’m on the prowl
gotta go consistently grind
gotta path no one can define
gotta sink your t–th in the line
i’m on the prowl
for whatever it’s worth
put my nose to the dirt
steady quenching the thirst
i’m on the prowl
i’m awake when you sleep
full moon to the streets
smell the blood of the feast

see a trail of blood rappers leave behind
scent to the nose knows it’s feeding time
can’t let a limp go defeat the grind
gotta feed the pack or no coming back
the game a moose and i’m on the track
if the game aloof then i’m on its back
then i’m on it’s neck
till the sh-t collapse
n-gga this a fact
this is real rap
stay away from suckas all these n-ggas drac
like digable talking this and that
bunch of jiggaboos dance and tippy tap
man i thought i saw little p-ssy cats
f-ck the game tho the p-ssies wack
if you f-ck the game make sure you strapped
cuz these n-ggas sick i ain’t talking raps
you’ll be coming back with the itch & scratch
my dogs bite yea quick react
all on yo heels
like snowboards
confiscated yo chains and your concords
then we all in yo pockets like landlords
if you fall for the bait what you stand for
out here shucking and jiving on gram for
sell em ballin when all of ya fans poor
tell me what are you
forcing my hand for
situation get extreme when it’s on the line
i see the sun on horizon man it’s overtime
only shade is my shadow which ain’t close behind
making songs for the future f-ck yo catchy rhyme
so this is 2100 every breath and line
all in a night’s work my n-ggas next in line
eating on the highest peak approaching breakfast time

- e hollywood lyrics

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