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alex jones - 24/7 lyrics

[intro]
all day every day, twenty+four seven, monday to sunday
hit ‘em up
yeah
‘cause i’m just one hit away
yeah

[verse 1]
one hit away, i do this twenty+four seven, it’s like one, six, eight
sleep deprived, ieat you alive and sink my t++th inside your beef for like three nights
my pen is rippin’ a page and it k!lls, meant in a similar way
ripped in half, sickest bars, slip when i spit, inflictin’ scars
spit this fast, so d+mn smooth, it’s easy, believe me, i do it like no man do
you try, but nah, no grind time but you’re like, “no can do”
do not stop, i never will blink
i’m chris flannery, i rent+a+k!ll ink
murdеr the beat with the words that i spеak
spit so much heat that it burns when i breathe
es on my thoughts express
[?] i’m roarin’ effect
stalk through the night while i walk with the dead
burn your house down, i’m a talking head
spit six sixteens, you may have done that
but i’m trained to run tracks to the fitness free
metaphor heaven, never slack off
i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
[chorus]
“f+ck, he writes a lot”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“does he ever sleep?”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“nah, he ain’t got time to stop”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“yeah, he’s k!llin’ every beat”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“f+ck, he writes a lot”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“does he ever sleep?”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“nah, he ain’t got time to stop”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“yeah, he’s k!llin’ every beat”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven

[verse 2]
beware, i
get too p+ssed to try
to get into a club while i’m heavy on the drugs
get pushed back, recedin’ hairline
war: don’t you dare try
why? you get snapped quicker than a hair tie
bars goin’ over your head
no ansett, but i do drop airlines
how do i make some changes when i take drugs on a daily basis?
nothin’ is workin’
i’m in too deep, like a p+rn star f+ckin’ a virgin
you ain’t got lethal rhymes like mine
you spit sixteens, try to hype your lines
i’m sixteen times of all of yas
i equal twice as nice twice
yep, basic mathematics, trained to rap savage
wasted the back at the back of the train carriages
slow down, tweaker, loud speakers screamin’ “not takin’ passengers”
put it outta service, sniff lines ‘til my nose gets redder than a clown at a circus
and get so high that when i look down, it looks like the clouds have surfaced
[chorus]
“f+ck, he writes a lot”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“does he ever sleep?”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“nah, he ain’t got time to stop”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven
“yeah, he’s k!llin’ every beat”, i’m doin’ this sh+t like twenty+four seven

- alex jones lyrics

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