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get em' - jay electronica lyrics

(mr. porter)
the games about to get hot,
ayo doc, you better tell them other producer n-gg-s that they bet’ not drop, boy
cuz mr. porter aint playing
what the f-ck is you saying
ill f-ck over you mans
when my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying
have the whole club bowing like some muslims praying
boy, this n-gg-s mad cuz i f-cked his toots
i got a way with hoes my d-cks long as yao ming foot, nope
nope nope nah n-gg- your sh-ts invalid
im bout money you take some b-tches like jimmy fallon
well im the type to get em f-cked up, drunk and wilin
all crunk in the g-5 smilin thats how i (get em, get em)
see if you want that hoe back
you aint close to no pimp you should focus on rap
i got bars big as coconuts n-gg- in fact
i keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack

(guilty simpson)
i dont give a d-mn my n-gg-
peep me out i got a bomb -ss gun and a landmine trigger
posted at the bar where i slam my liquor
yall ants to me, like grandma sisters
you little insect f-cksll get crushed
no rap clique exists its just us
saw you little f-gs
posing in the pages of the rap mags
and i am the black flag
spraying yall chumps to death im that bad
and i dont even speak to cats im that mad
so if i was on some brand new sh-t
so what you little coward n-gg-s wont do sh-t
approach with caution, your mans got issues
and im a great shot the heat, will not miss you
if we got problems i will not diss you
imma sick the dogs on yall to come get you

(jay electronica)
six minutes jay elect your on
i transform
and blast on a n-gg- like megatron
i got the power
im on fire like the west wing of the pentagon and the north tower
ill break yo -ss off proper
the resident doctors givin out one way tickets to ask biggie smalls who shot ya
these f-ck n-gg-s aint real like snufaluf-gus
thats why when they b-mpin they gums we let the muskets buss
you dont believe me, ask em
we smack rappers in they face spit on they cakes and blast em
yeah, get nervous now
imma f-ckin animal with the verbs and nouns
imma f-ckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
you n-gg-s look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds
when my ears start ringin, and them voices say hit em,
i have no motherf-ckin choice but to get em

- jay electronica lyrics

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