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that part - james from wortown lyrics

[hook: james from wortown]
no conversation
tension in the congregation
omen yo i got em waiting
flow so sick like i coughed on satan
no niquil
i think i might spill
all my thoughts on this page like the light bill
going off to much of one idea
so i gotta take it slow when i right this

[verse 1: james from wortown]
never talk to the fakes
i called you my brother thought that bond wouldn’t break
for pete’s sake just talk shit to pete’s face
the way you run your mouth it could beat my feets pace
you call yourself a plug but i beat the relays
so don’t get hyped up off a couple replays
i’m the realest that’s it coming from the east bay
bouta eat your whole team like a piece of cheesecake
pulling up like what it do
it’s funny when looking b-mmy they don’t f-ck with you
hey dummy ain’t you feeling sc-mmy don’t know what to do
so you take it to the booth and hope they come at you
cuz he got the bars he got the bars
causing lock jaw and he resemble god
don’t step up if you do not go hard
up in the booth they call me charizard
i’m breathing fire on you n-gg-s
half these rappers in the booth man they be lying to you n-gg-s
i move faster than mufasa i ain’t lying to you n-gg-s
when it comes to stacking bricks i’m herobrine to these n-gg-s
i’m the lord and the savior
forget these hoes man i will never save her
that’s how it goes when you faded like a taper
and if there’s beef well prepare to meat your maker

[verse 2: james from wortown]
man its time for me to get up
all eyes on me but i feel like it’s a set up
all eyes on beef but i’m focused on this cheddar
no lies on beats so i’m speaking with my head up
like a proud -ss n-gg-
while you walk around looking like a clown -ss n-gg-
i’m a hold it down for the whole town -ss n-gg-
claim you hard never been inside the pound -ss n-gg-
i just get realer and realer
and i be that n-gg-
the one who put the dope on the dealer
so how could you figure
i’m just getting bigger and bigger
the 508 k!ller
the next generation born sinner
it’s a cole world
can’t wait for hoes up in my shows to make their toes curl
they try to cuddle but i told them that my chauffeur
is gonna keep you thirst hoes from getting closer
no sir!
i ain’t with it
she wanna ride my stick as if the chick was playing quidditch
so i just hit it and i quit it like who’s pitching
i never choose a bird but you n-gg-s feeding pigeons
d-mn
run the city like a track star
couldn’t catch up whipping in a fast car
in the light you n-gg-s shinning like a black star
bare to witness in the k!lling of that
that part
that part
that part

[beat slows down]

[verse 3: james the monarch]
p-ss it off to monarch and i’m k!lling the mic
the king keeps the beats b-mping like auxiliary bikes
so they wanna be him
except we can’t all be hoffman
do a couple tricks til your kids are coughing in a coffin
when i lay him out like a mat
i don’t roll up but i can admit my lines are pretty fat
i kick flows til my worldplay kicks in
i wasn’t supposed to go pro so they tried to put a fix in to fix it
should’ve known you couldn’t fix it
even if they pick the perfect setting
i’ll still have n-gg-s falling from the top like sledding
just letting you know i flop
even if the mic drop
i keep the beats b-mping non-stop
that’s word to my brotherman
tryna kick me and thought i was another man
but your boy got connections to the motherland
i ain’t lion
but i’ll hit you with the denial
twenty-one seconds in and a didn’t even run amile
kid from the 90s still rapping duke
and i got the thick flows like boombappin nukes
i used to just rap the rhyme
but now its serious time i’m not just rhyming this line
but just defining my mind
thats how it works i just don’t care
these n-gg-s wanna spit shit until they gaspin for air don’t know what to say just choked up with anxiety
nervous that the system might try to corrupt your sign
trying to control our minds now they think they won
but since my third eye beamed i knew what it was before it even begun
i knew about the race war since i was eight
i knew about the clan before allice the great
i was a curious kid so i stuck to the books
i learned how we started off and now we’re known as crooks
but now i’m on the track
and you bet i’m spit it fast
because james without rap is like herb without traps and gats
in the strap
with a nine in his backpack
going clat clat
when i’m aiming at the back fat
woo
wooo
[verse 4: james the monarch]
hold up
and i’m not done i’m still spitting this shit
you may think its kinda sick with this shit in your lip
you already know what it do when it come from the hip
i have 64 clips with your name on it b-tch
say all hail james and let is rain on the b-tch
all white like a n-gg- spilled cocaine on the b-tch
cuz i’ll have your shit drip clips and have the shit fully equipped with the shit i reload clips with

- james from wortown lyrics

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