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it ain't happenin' - slaine lyrics

[intro: slaine]
ahahahaha
yeah
here we go again
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[verse 1: slaine]
yo, these main streets is ice cold and careless
well malice is blind, it leaves waste to talented minds
i used to swiss the cap off of a bottle of ballantine
and take another swig for every fallen pal of mine
’til my forties was backwash and bottles was broken
sniffing forties in sacks off the side of a token
now you boys better back off, don’t try to provoke me
i’ll put holes in your jacket, ah f*ck, the sight of it’s soaking
might of a sultan, it’s a sight of a fighter revolting
the rise of the rebel, look into the eyes of the devil
incite it, insult him, you gon’ see the sides of the metal
the hole you’re falling in, the dirt’s spilling from the side of a shovel
in summation, i done run around the nation now
all the way to russia, now they wanna rush him and try to take him down
i move mountains to make it happen, you feel the shaking ground
you ain’t understood it so i guess i better break it down

[hook: slaine]
these dudes try taking my spot (it ain’t happening)
they wanna come and take what i got (it ain’t happening)
i ain’t getting beat up or shot (it ain’t happening)
(it ain’t happening, nah, it ain’t happening)
these dudes try taking my spot (it ain’t happening)
they wanna come and take what i got (it ain’t happening)
i ain’t getting beat up or shot (it ain’t happening)
(nah, it ain’t happening, nah, it ain’t happening)
[verse 2: amadeus the stampede]
i’m in the crib tripping and rolling, sniffing and smoking
outside, the pigs are patrolling, so picture this moment
got a loaded gun, holding funds, bunch of stolen ones
and bricks, stacking benjamins, molly, bicardi, coke and rum
headphones on, a hot beat to drop heat
grab my notebook then i proceed to rock heat
this is my chance, got a pistol in hands
sh*t on your mans, dissing them scrams, keep listening fam
ripping the jam, so easy the kids understand
i’m the illest, so d*mn real, make you p*ssing your pants
i’m the yard boy, got the whole world in my front door
i pump more, mo’ money, that’s what i come for
run yours, arms, acrobatic in action
monster madman, mathematics are mashing
earthly heathen disturbed, dirty heat in my word
early chiefing the herb, the green’s 33 and a third

[hook: amadeus the stampede & slaine]
these dudes wanna front like they hard (it ain’t happening)
they wanna take mines and get large (it ain’t happening)
wanna step foot in my yard? (it ain’t happening)
(it ain’t happening, nah, it ain’t happening)
these dudes wanna front like they hard (it ain’t happening)
they wanna take mines and get large (it ain’t happening)
wanna step foot in my yard? (it ain’t happening)
(nah, it ain’t happening, nah, it ain’t happening)
[verse 3: blacastan]
n*ggas disco*rapping like gloria g*ynor
while i splash the ink like a renaissance painter
it’s insane paragraphs stuck in my brain
i stretch out the canvas and staple the frame
and pass it like a no*look, the gallery’s my notebook
where every single rhyme is tainted
this lead in the paint, ain’t it?
amazing what i do with big pens
van gogh starry night painted again
i spit sixteens in the chapel
michelangelo painted the apple that eve bit, this is real sh*t
so slide with me like the serpent in the garden
beg your pardon, i watch how the human heart hardens
i drive the bargains, dollar and the dream
still tote macs strapped with infrared beams
real as it seems, most n*ggas is fake
and them n*ggas that you talking to could be the f*cking jig, so

- slaine lyrics

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