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submersion - t clipse lyrics

[verse 1]
close the f-ckin’ blinds no lights i guess i’m shady
and my time looking slim i a’int talking ’bout baby
as of lately, my att-tude been on “f-ck you pay me”
’cause the prices in the nation started raising like a facelift
face it, f-ck it y’all just blame it on inflation
and look at minimum wage a’int enough for that day shift
word to my n-gg- zeusy we gon’ make it out the bas-m-nt
we so self made and y’all n-gg-s still play complacent
this greatness were creatin’ all yall rappers looking makeshift
who tryna get bucks with the kid like jason? im waitin’ (i’m waitin’)

[verse 2]
t clipse put the -ss in -ss-ssin and amb-ssador
tired of the fascism and measures that are drastic
i release all my happiness and sadness to the maximum
when rapping b-tch n-gg-s we bottle cappin’ ’em we crackin’ ’em, eliminate compet-tion and sh-t on the opposition
with lyrical laxatives i’m back to this -ssonance
sh-t i mastered it, can’t you see that i’m p-ssionate
hop up on the track i’m spitting fire like the dragons did
east coast baller bringing heat like goran dragic
hope you fond of it if not your opinion you can swallow it
lead by example never ever catch me following and stop putting sorrow into dead plants you keep waterin’ (stop watering them)

[verse 3]
and since we talking water this song feels like an ocean
how i’m floatin’ in it tighter than cobra clinching boa constricting right around your neck and have your larynx popping wit precision lyrics popping, pleasant to the people why you think they listen? allegations i diminish spittin’ on this beat two minutes
best lyricist yes i been it still producing sh-t
like a colon you should know that if i spit then i wrote it
i’m from the bay state where the winters be the coldest
and the summers be the hottest and yo to be honest
i’m tired of the violence y’all n-gg-s on that nonsense
only green and love around my side on some lebron sh-t
i hope you caught that bar, nah i hope you randy mossed it
step up to my conscious it might just leave you nauseous
i look into my future and i’m f-cking up some commas
i’m making profit legally i put that on my momma
and since we talking prophets i’m trynna live just like muhammad
but it seems like there’s only forbidden fruits in my garden

- t clipse lyrics

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