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a peak epic - malcom mufunde & tanaka hingie lyrics

[intro: malcom mufunde]
yeah
just met up with ghad like, man, we need to put something together before you leave, nah’m saying?

[verse 1: malcom mufunde]
i retired ’cause i thought i couldn’t rap and sh-t
then realized i was actually not bad and sh-t
matter of fact, i was actually the best and sh-t
’cause the stuff that i been hearing been wack and sh-t
they say it don’t matter to be the best and sh-t
i’m like, “you make it sound like being the best ain’t sh-t”
why you gotta act like i’m not the greatest and sh-t?
i did the opposite, i felt constipated and sh-t
tired of dealing with some rappers that be dumb as sh-t
saying i’m black; why y’all acting like you’re brown as sh-t?
just hit thaza, like man, we need a tape and sh-t
with dirty flows, something like a zinwa tap and sh-t
faking -ss rappers like “takusuwa” and sh-t
i’m like, “y’all pop, i’m underground like sewer and sh-t”
sick and tired of rappers without talent and sh-t
i warm the game up, something like a blanket and sheet
acting like this verse ain’t sh-t
n-gg-, i can’t tell the difference between your face and sh-t
it’s about to go down; you heard my fart, man? sh-t
you rappers stupid, it’s like you first flush then sh-t
i p–ped on a kite, i do the flyest sh-t
me and ghad inseparable like flies and sh-t
this some high grade sh-t, you go high then sh-t
my sh-t taller than r. peels, n-gg-, i can sh-t
hahaha, i rep my ghetto on some suburban sh-t
chitown on the top ’cause your suburb ain’t sh-t
you smell it but can’t see it like a blind man’s sh-t
you say something, i’ll k!ll you, it’s a quiet place, b-tch
ghad

[verse 2: tanaka ‘ghad’ hingie]
i write my rhymes with the left; while i right my wrongs
it’s like i don’t come from nowhere; man i won’t be long
with your time, the street gospel a blessing to y’all
and me too; i break it down in this song
ever found much comfort in your n-gg- house?
then you lost his trust over them bank accounts
you now single; you really needing a feature bro
you need to go garner and talk all your n-gg-s out
sorry
from where we don’t got god’s grace
but the blue roof’s where we get it from instead
on the road to wealth we move at snail’s pace
the struggle hot down here you’d think we h-ll’s base
in the ghetto n-gg-s don’t drive till they hit he-rs-
victims of poverty shots; we hit yes
government claim parent but it’s virgin birth
they don’t give a f; their alphabet ain’t work
my country turnt me mutant; now i’m her ex man
i tell her straight; “you a foe” don’t invade my sp-ce
oughta be saved; look at what god done sired
the best two from the same hood; sh-t sound bias?
but it’s true; like a school founded by 2 chainz
would you believe this project made in just two days?
we married to loss; best believe i done date l’s
had to cure the pain in my heart so i date el
how we bred maketh bread, we play dough games
while we run from these hoes; don’t play doll games
so who gon save us? the devil screaming we h-ll bound
grab his horns and cut his tail on our way out

- malcom mufunde tanaka hingie lyrics

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