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s.t.l.o.u.i.s. - haiku lyrics

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st. louis. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. st. louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
st. louis. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. rep until i lose my breath
st. louis. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. st. louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
st. louis. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. s-t-l-o-u-i-s. rep until i lose my breath

aye verb
haiku, what up? yea. yea. yea
professional s*** talker, clip sparker, sick author
with a b**** like ms. parker. don’t start up
dummy flow, i ride on the short bus
remember everything that them ogs taught us
from the era of starters. i’m talking jackets with the symbol on the wrist
i don’t spend dough on a b****. if she ain’t mine then she ain’t s***
i’m just doing my one, two, whatever i want to
monogamy a problem for me because i want two
difference between a threesome and letting these n****s run you
know the difference. hoes be tripping. i’m cold, indifferent
don’t throw a jab if you don’t know the distance
all my partners just old and cripping, 60s and ignorant

sal calhoon
ain’t no pump faking now, if you gon’ be the shooter better take a foul
put it all on the line, n**** make it now, hit the stage with the encore and take a bow
take the (bow), cause you’re coming up short, what you thought the streets wasn’t gonna report?
you’re singing on the stand when you go in that court, ‘cause you’re trying to be the man when you’re really that boy
st. louis guillotine, n****s cutthroat, bodies in the mississippi take a float
rims on the old school, that’s fasho, catch a louie n**** slipping, that’s a no
murder mo murder for anything to get to the dough
paper low, hustle up your homies and kick in the door
okay, pray god comes for you when the curtain calls
we’ve done been down, been there back against the walls
psycho n****s been in the room with the padded walls
that’s the kkk hiding behind the law n****
still make that money do a somersault, acrobat
shorty say he’s ‘bout that action n****, roger that
just took another loss, i’ma make it back
calhoon the type to say whatever i mean, never take it back
shorty drop it low and throw it back like a quarterback
make your dj run it back when this creeps through your cul de sac

allen gates
your boy was born and raised inside a city that was full of hate
that hustle knocking, pocket watching, i will not partic-p-te
i was trained to demonstrate, so please do not test
stay out our way, i just chill with imo’s and grape vess (you know how g do it)
different strokes for different folks, i dip and dab with different quotes
my pen and pad’s been kicking -ss since central catholic, i’m a pro
prime time, i tippy toe, with a fine dime, i stick and go
trying mai tais in the high-rise, how time flies when you’re sipping slow
i remember throwing elbows at the beeno by my d-mn self
riding dolo, my polo stayed striped up, no d-mn ref
tuesdays at spruill’s, whole hood had tools on their d-mn belt
or at st. nick on my skate s***, watching thick chicks roll by their d-mn self
at the limelight i got my mind right, all the yellow chicks
but at candela it was way better, ‘cause the dark girls they was h-lla thick
you’re welcome for this road trip, we’re still the best to do it
just say your grace and be safe when you come through st. louis, ya dig?

haiku/bo dean
ku: it’s st. louis vs errbody. if you ain’t with us, you’re an arch enemy
bo: red and blue, n****s wear it proudly. get your head shot like you’re john kennedy
white sheets cover dead bodies. fam cry a lot, pouring lots of hennessy
ku: everyday’s like a job not to get boxed in by this dark energy
lots of k!llers that spark willingly, beefing with squares like white castle
bo: my flow’s so d-mn advanced, it’s futuristic like time travel
every line tactful. bomb bash you. whole fam nice. even moms will thrash you
ku: you can lose your soul in a rhyme battle, and the crime will leave the one-time baffled
bo: (okay) guns here go blam boom. cops shoot, don’t you d-mn move
dawg, it’s so dangerous here (haiku: what?) that even the rams moved
it get hotter than cancun. it’s a jungle here. baboons
lions, snakes. shamu in these oceans. stay in the d-mn pool
ku: when the cops come you better act cool cuz they’ll pull the pistol for a parking ticket
they’ll squeeze 2 and you’ll bleed blue, bullets bob and weave through your cardinal fitted
when nights falls it’s gets awful wicked, got to move with caution so we’re not statistics
but every morning i’m optimistic, ‘cause that’s just how it is in st. louis

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