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hassaan be rappin' - hassaan mackey and kev brown lyrics

[verse:]
come one come all get served motherf-cker
no verbs the word you heard motherf-cker
mack luck spring we in a regime
tour a crowd full of fiends
smacka mouthful of steam
you barking but sound like you lack the sound
i used to write like you got life buy the b-lls
ankle ain’t worth all wars on long hall
more like piss in a bathroom stall
but nothing like me, no diss for diss nigga here’s six feet
and yours literal, you b-tch nigga
you creeps don’t sleep
world fill with em we hard to get rid of
your bars won’t count your god against zillas
say them you stole the talk
shit filler, nobody wanna hear all that shit
nobody wanna hear yall rap, word up black
you must be out of your mind thinking i don’t do this
the same way my big bro [?] to this
i ride with a big four five that ain’t newish
but it bust til your blood go from red to bluish
yours truly, me, veteran mc
underated, grey yacht in the [?] of the mb
shoot you shit up like shiite over mine to me
no intro, it’s instrumental from [?] to pencils to things
jotted against thieves so called jive -ss sucka mcs
tryna play the tough role it’s always donut holes
knowing they can’t come close to none of my speech
plus a box seat where the orangutan reach
sprawl with me is like a bullet in your sleep
sheesh i’m on some other shit you r.i.p. with the r.a.p
you think of f-cking with me
should have left me alone, if you woulda known
but how i supposed to say it when everything shown
i never change a thing just got a little grown
with my grandmama with me said i couldn’t rent a room
unless you know em f-ck it i was good as gone missing
nothing like a lost victim get stuck in my own prison
mind was intact still, laughing on the inside
with motherf-ckers ask if i rap still its that real
reminds me of when my boy little reflex stole my [?]
straight from the sewer tank
i treated his face like [?] fingers do the grapes
tried to beat him in the face, this was in the 7th grade
i never played games just volunteered to bowl
guard the ears with mics like common did
i go hard, an afterwards reminder there ain’t no need
just stick around most likely i’m the only nigga getting it down
brown cool be around shoes, i suggest you niggas get to diving like school
uncle dallas is back his blue got the groove
shakers can’t quit unless they groove with the move
non fly, you biting like son guy
speeding through the race of life with one tyre
speak like supplier, dress like you’re a buyer
cop them with no option to stop nigga you wired
im tryna pile up something with the flow
if this was nintendo you stuck at gl-ss joe
[?] all over your face a mugs bro
grimnest make me turn that egg to stump yoke
can’t pump folk you done been around it all
from the largest to the smallest nigga courtesy of god
walk, i water every corner of the orb
i absorb get in tune if you haven’t been informed

- hassaan mackey and kev brown lyrics

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