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the highlight tape - stack$ lyrics

[verse 1: stackz]

friends call me stackz, that’s the name i inherited
wordplay’s my p-ssion, these punchlines i’m clever with
lyrics too crazy, my mind need a sedative
from a to z, murder your whole family tree
now the verse relative
haters on my d-ck, always talking mad sh-t
put their life in double jeopardy
now watch ’em plead the fifth
i am just a white kid, from a comfortable suburbia
you say you blowing up but n0body’s ever heard of ya..
you must be that balloon boy, cnn news
cause your career’s as flat as the -ss on penelope cruz
let me clarify – i am wealthy, not rich
pockets kind of chubby but my waist a 36
that means there’s room to eat, motherf-cker i’m hungry
a gator in the water, no crocodile dundee
these labels need to sign me
sometimes i wonder what they’re waiting for
every bar’s got a metaphor like an educated prison ward
unless you are an arsonist, leave my lines alone
every word is fire, h-ll’s my comfort zone
hip-hop’s in my blood, i feel it all inside of me
i rap because i love it and the industry inspires me
i live spontaneous, no blueprints full of plans
riding through my city, console full of skoal cans
air condition’s always on – i never needed fans
so i hope you understand
that it’s hard to comprehend these dudes tryna shake my hand
steady calling me “the man”
b-tches that would neglect me beg to get in my pants
god d-mn!
screamin’ “stackz we feelin’ you!”
and though this may be true
so’s my baby boo and my homey’s back home too
word to my goons, bx is the crew
that’s bexhill farms for those who are confused
i rep them in every song because you can’t forget your roots

[verse 2: stackz]

look..
they say hip-hop is dead
well i’m what the doctor ordered
fifths of jager like it’s water
how the f-ck do i afford it?
i get head and tail
take your pick, flip a quarter
i’m a shot of whiskey, straight
they’re sweeter than gin and tonics
my team smoke retro green, we call it super-sonics
i f-ck with bars – yes i’m an alcoholic
got ’em pushing up daisies
through this beat i will frolic
and ride it like a rodeo
i’m bound to blow, no h0m- though
flow super like mario
so b-tches love the audio
trippin? no, not hardly bro
i run my city – cardio
now let the beat catch me
i’m a motherf-cking problem
mailmen don’t even address me
doing it big over here, rasputia homey
stackz on deck for those who don’t know me
give it about a month and you’ll be begging to clone me
foul mouth, i don’t give a mother f
f-ck the beat til’ there’s nothing left
i come correct
treating tracks just like my wifey’s s-x
check
two minutes in, i hope y’all know what i’m about now
serve you gritty sh-t like you living in the south now
but this ain’t no waffle house
i keep a docile spouse with a colossal mouth
showed her the n-z- route
sticking my kielbasa in her sauerkraut
and i eat it too
best believe i do
now you might think that that’s kinda sick
but my shorty is in love with it

[verse 3: stackz]

come on y’all let’s face it
with my dreams i have perfect placement
they’ve always been in reach
i’ve never had to chase it
goodness gracious, my aura so bodacious
swagger out this world
please jump on board my sp-ce ship
make it rain with verbal cartridges
my game tight like city parking is
p-ss the blunt once they sparking it
i’m already a sober monster, imagine giving my mind a lift
plus i’m already all kinds of sick
here’s the gist
aids mixed with syphilis
gonorrhea, cysts and herpes d-cks
b-tch you really wanna f-ck with this?
nahh
nickname me domestic, on the mic i’m abusing geeks
though i don’t hit the reef, i still f-ck with wiz khalif
remixed his track, “black and blue” – i bruise the beat
system up, as i cruise the streets
hit the gas now they losing me
i told y’all i’m vicious
i have a gift rapping, stackz so christmas
i’m k!lling everything, bodybag the witness
my bandwagons full, i should probably renovate
we are not parallel, motherf-cker get it straight
too many squares in your circle, i suggest you get in shape
they criticize, embrace the hate
eye’s on me heavy, call this track “the highlight tape”

- stack lyrics

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