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7l - warning - knife in face lyrics

[esoteric talking]
you motherf-ckers
this is some murderous sh-t right here
it’s the e-s, 7l on the track
potent somethin’ through ya bean hat
don’t try to pigeonhole me baby
you know the deal
about to black out on these motherf-ckers
it’s like this, hey yo

[verse 1]
we don’t p-ssy foot around sh-t, we beat down sh-t
we ain’t the cats that you wanna f-ck around with
straight up, like a jump ball
you make my skin crawl like a snake
i hold my weight like triple h, the cerebral -ss-ssin
i beat you, defeat you with the p-ssion
cash and girls are what motivates me
a small rapper like yourself is needin’ safety
i don’t claim to be a thug
but i would eat a slug
for any pharoah that’s givin’ or receivin’ love
i keep a glove in my right hand
so when i murder with the mic
they won’t trace it when they pull it out ya diaphragm
you’re in the fryin’ pan
i’m a violent man watchin’ silence of the lambs
ready to go out, and slap the jaw off ya mouth
i’m not the one to dis
i’m fearless like walken in the deer hunter is
no doubt

[hook]
you thug it out, cut it out
you f-ck around we gon’ slug it out, club it out
you playin’ games we gon’ shut you out
so now you know what we about
pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt

[talking]
y’all motherf-ckers is actin’ real fake right
ya man’s land ain’t even that man
you ain’t livin’ that life
you ain’t ready for that man, fall back

[verse 2]
b-tch -ss rapper, fake act clapper
can’t f-ck around with the underground jaw tapper
raw rapper, rugged like a land rover
handover the mic ya plan’s over tonight
ain’t n0body flowin’ as tight in y’all cl!ck
i’m too sick, to eat a d-ck
ya can’t get with the words that i spit
i rip, can’t stand none of this fake sh-t
this side of stupid weak sh-t, you a baby, go back to old navy
yo i shop newbury; no you walk newbury
while i’m spendin’ cash on fifth ave you kids have, not a clue
or the slightest inklin’ of who you talkin’ to
i slaughter you, my crew hits you on the face off
first of all shake the hate off
claimin’ that you paid when it’s my plates you ate off
the truth is you can’t afford to take a day off
you stay soft like my purple label face cloth
my d-ck you need to stay off
if punch lines were punch clocks you’d be laid off

hook x2

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