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from the tomb$ - pxwer lyrics

[intro]
yuh
got the gods in the stu’ with me
l4 what up? (what up?)
honey*k, the alchemist what up? (what up?)
tj, what up? (what up?)
daze, what up? (what up?)
yo
$ummertime ’96
and uh
let’s get it
i show you what this do
this for your mind, yours and you
uh
and this goes out to you
this goes out to you, you, you

[verse 1]
and this is verbal assault, with a grip and extended mac
guaranteed to put you rap b*st*rds in black bags
i’m out for the fast cash, pockets full of slave masters
buying flashy sh*t, wildin’ out like the d*mn rapper
who you tryna flex with? n*gga, i got my weight up
grab the papers, mary come in all the sorted flavours
tell k to hit me with the loudest
i ain’t tapping out until i’m sitting on the cloud, kid the sky’s the limit
but i’m aiming for the moon, now deal with it
kicking all this sh*t since the womb, i been wicked
press rewind if i ain’t blow your mind like i said the wrong time then boom
there goes my time bomb
drop jewels on you n*ggas while i’m holding mine
the flow’s designed to put rappers in overtime
seen the light through the cracks, i’m about to shine
these raps are dope, come and sniff you line, this from the tombs n*gga
[chorus]
resurrectin’ boom bap from the*
the flow father (yeah)
spit it proper (yo)
yeah, resurrectin’ boom bap from the* (yo)
resurrectin’ boom bap from the* (yo)
resurrectin’ boom bap from the*
and this goes out to you

[verse 2]
but i’m chilling, like a villain, doming out my whip
feeling like mysterio, flying down your strip
just came from a sesh where a chick gave me lip
wasn’t bout the conversation, she was focused on the kid
but i’m back in the lab, cooking like i’m a chemist
spittin’ a n*gga toothless, someone get me dentist
motherf*cker i run it, ls up we getting blunted
i knocked it out the park, while these other rappers bun it
it’s the, rap goku spitting all this soulful
while i’m k!lling beats, y’all n*ggas salty like some soul food
you know how i get down, rip like i’m ‘posed to
like dylan when i spit round, you think i’m going postal
i got, dreams of making this c.r.e.a.m., i count it up
grab my sh*t when the cameras is out, fl!cking it up
so sick with this rap sh*t, they pause it like “what the f*ck?”
see me in the street and say “yo $ha, that sh*t was nuts”
[chorus]
resurrectin’ boom bap from the* (yo)
the flow father (yo)
spit it proper (yo)
yeah, resurrectin’ boom bap from the* (yo)
resurrectin’ boom bap from the* (yo)
resurrectin’ boom bap from the*
and this goes out to you

[verse 3]
serving punks, they not built for this static
my .45 let you have it when i tote birds like an automatic
cl!ck boom, your bean shattered
dnt scoop em up then they throw him in the carriage
boom bye bye in a fake n*gga hat
and as soon as i rise, all that weak sh*t is that
you wan’ come test the best, get put to rest
nickel bye sent me, rude kid, tool in one vest
stepped up, claim next up, he pressed his d*mn luck
knowing that i keep the words tucked to let you burn up
that’ll learn ya, that’ll earn ya
like a furnace i spit straight flame, i thought i learned ya

[outro]
yeah, and this goes out to you
and you, and you, and you, and bye you
i mean h*i*p h*o*p and i’m out yo

- pxwer lyrics

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