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dope - mc the rapper lyrics

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(verse 1)
top tier, right here ,makin’ that quite clear
the tactician back spittin’ sabot ammunition
leavin’ people awe struck, some in astonishment
rappin’ -ss n-gga ,thanks for the compliment
‘preciate ya realizin’ my accomplishment
shout out to my comrades and accomplices
i want revenue, that make an accountant sick
like sir ,i’m sick of countin’ it ,they out of it
feti fatigue, watches that machete ya sleeve
cut you off at the knees ,give a f-ck if you heard of me
spit absurd to the third degree ,personally
wack n-ggas in the game,its hurts to see
righteous ’round recordin’ devices, this is church to me
lyrically ,beat you over head til its burgundy
etchin’ murals embedded in my memory
i’m not minor, just major in another key

(chorus)
the hate in my city is intolerable
i still bring in dollars tho
i pledge to never wife a shallow ho
you swear ya pockets deep but they really shallow tho
haters be heated when i come thru speakers beatin’
mad cause i’m eatin’, pockets swole from ends i’m retrievin’
disrespectful, middle fingers the greetin’ ,i be on some other sh-t
y’all ain’t even f-ckin’ with turn me up and take another hit
dope

(verse 2)
i don’t go in, i kick the do’ in, home invasions
brazen, when it comes to flowin’ amazin’
surprise ya like a special occasion ,blazon
where the safe f-ck face ,have ya gift wrapped in ducted tape
criminal magnate, my metaphors aren’t exempt
akin to felonious attempts, callous content
not for wimps, my thought process ,take a glimpse
mind clattered with things defined as gutter
16s and 12s beatin’ like a m-th-f-cka
knockin’ out windows and blowin’ off shutters
trunk can register on the richter, you get the picture
without the fl!cker, n-gga ,this is what dreams are made of
my tweeters makin’ love with my subs,thunderin’
punishin’ hoes they wonderin’, where the cape is
they outta luck, i’m puttin’ my feet on these apids
crushin’ compet-tion ’til i get where my place is
my slot, top spot, ain’t a person safe b-tch

(chorus)
the hate in my city is intolerable
i still bring in dollars tho
i pledge to never wife a shallow ho
you swear ya pockets deep but they really shallow tho
haters be heated when i come thru speakers beatin’
mad cause i’m eatin’, pockets swole from ends i’m retrievin’
disrespectful, middle fingers the greetin’ ,i be on some other sh-t
y’all ain’t even f-ckin’ with turn me up and take another hit
dope

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