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suicide squad - eddie kaine & big ghost ltd lyrics

[verse 1:ty farris]
let’s do this sh*t
when bullets get to riddlin’ , we never ask questions
young n*ggas taught to grab weapons
’cause the block unpredictable as kobe jab *steppin’
school of hard knocks, you get tested that’s the class lesson
you in the lab and the engineer laughing up at your trash session imagine barry sanders with an o *line, that’s a goldmine
bars over bs, i’m an ultimate warrior with a clothesline
o dog with a hov mind, crazy but calculated when it’s showtime, here’s my cosign it’s eddie kaine and big ghost time
these coke lines make him nosedive and get a sniff
police and vics, i hit the fence and dodge ’em like i’m emmett smith
my closet bruce lee mixed with [lou kahn ??], some of the illest kicks this dame lilith for the game winner, n*gga, let me hit my wrist it’s no risk when you wagering on this thoroughbred rappers nervous like it’s 10 *0 *1 and they on big worm
some bread the word is bread, i’m a villain that happened to rap well i’ve been cooking since crack sales with fiends looking like dirty maxwell

[verse 2:ufo fev]
yo, it’s the last of the po’ ricans soaked up the knowledge of the poor righteous teachings
you are under the deacon laying down for n*ggas from jump at the sacrificial meetings
while my pockets stay full of jackie gleason’s hate until you blew in the face
and when you reincarnate i give the new you a thousand more reasons i never been friends with a jake
this ain’t state farm, the feds taking over the case conviction raised strong
my chef like raekwon forty acres and a mule for us to put the weight on
you write rhymes in crayon i kick protein *powered say ons
the type you can’t pray on the big ufo, i can’t stay long
i give an irish goodbye, then it’s back to the skies
i rap like i’ve been alive a couple dozen of times
study the signs, my homies took over the streets
i switched it up and took over the beats
[verse 3:ea$y money]
apologies on behalf of the mediocre
my people please bear with me
i’m about papes so they clout shapes complete hilarity
n*ggas need therapy in times where communication seem to be
a deep rarity i seek clarity, genuinely
one who never did it for the pesos that’s why you’ve never seen this fifth up in your face though
to me it’s almost frivolous to make dough
the money lost value to me when they put snitches on the payroll the sl!ckest if i say so it ain’t a grader, a raider
they say the gun k!ll you quicker but i favor the razor
do me a favor and raise up, ‘fore i flagrantly shave ya
not like your barber, you ain’t walkin’ away with a shape up
i’m almost 20 and they still tryin’ to keep up
so i’ma teach ya how to provide the ether word
so get a dime, the chief up for the finest reefer and observe
how the sh*t get uglier than the designer sneaker

[verse 4:vic spencer]
you are now listening to the abstract machine
and that machine can really be a tax regime and gasoline
the tough ass n*gga that spooked me somethin’ i haven’t seen when they see me they say that lil’ b*st*rd clean
the lyrics kerosene, ashy ass world f*ck vaseline
i paint horrible funerals like jack levine one verse is sixteen hundred black marines packed to steam, you sing lullabies like a passerine
disaster scene, rollin’ sticky green by the pastor’s feet
defiant, then sweep it up with a double xl magazine
give benzino water and he’ll grow a neck shout out to lino and twin i know how to show respect
flow the best palm angels key with the polo sweats
you rappers don’t need a microphone, you need a yoga set
back with the big ghost, the only rapper that seen ’em
we were cleaning the uzi with the mean grimm
you thought i was done n*gga
you really thought that i would be around scary bum n*ggas
well you’s a dumb n*gga you finally got a piece of the pie
well i’m about to turn that into crumbs n*gga
you rockin’ with the right one n*gga pull out the desert e, they say nice gun victor
i booked a flight, my wife was like, have fun n*gga
[verse 5: eddie kaine]
only street n*ggas relate if it’s no substance in your bars, then you ain’t in on the debate
wait, do i sense some hate?
i’m from the ‘stuy, i been that guy i know just how to deal with snakes
if you comin’ for my piece of the pie f*ck around, shove it in your face
p*ssy never been shy, come check your temp on some covid sh*t with no mask fresh off the delta, now who you know is sick boopity boop bars is fairytale overlap a lot of these n*ggas
gotta sit and tell your babies, d*mn we failed
bed*stuy in this b*tch, talkin’ that sh*t f*ck around, get your b*tch ass washed up on the strip
now take a instant pic, you ain’t no dirt off my shoulder
learned that from hova, you down to your last breath
you stressed, cause your career over, you know what?
i’m just gettin’ warm, the calm before the storm
walked on a lot of n*ggas, they might never drop the song
i show you how to catch a body in 16 bars but since we doin’ a little extra, i don’t mind goin’ off
another victim on the list, bg threw me the assist
and i bet you that i got and get everything you n*ggas wish
make you tuck your tail, chase you down with the full clip
from the homer ny, quick to seize all your bullsh*t
you dead n*gga, you done

- eddie kaine big ghost ltd lyrics

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