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amir the rapper - old games lyrics

yo
it’s amiricle
listen up
i’m making the next beat, yo

amir is the best, you have no chance against him
if you try, it’ll be a dance with the devil, a sin
he’ll roast you with fire straight from h-ll, while you yell
he just stands there stares and grins
i’m the realest with these bars but the pill is
the k!llers of a gang the realest
the deal is don’t mess with the dealers
when the roof top drops i’ll be the one to lift the pillars
and when you’re too full i’ll screw you up with the drillers
i write no lies why do i ruin my own lines
while you tear out those eyes
and you scream out those cries
i got plenty more rides
and if you don’t wanna abide
i’ll leave you to your own accord
to go in a hole and just die
it’s a tough world making this gold
when they take away everything
with no warning foretold
and these people hold you down like anchors
they say they’re your best friend
homie they’re just actin
uh, now that you grew up you know what the fact is
and you open your eyes, you see the friendship factors
ask yourself are they really your friends or raptors
it’s like the fine line between pedos and pastors

curiosity k!lled the cat, well i destroyed the p-ssy
you step up to the stand, but you’re no more than a rookie
you try to spit bars
well you do spit
all over the mic
with your worn out sh-t
you run a cliche, like a “f-ck your b-tch”
you tryna’ play, but you can’t make it stick
you start on the snare yea well i start on the kick
you get off beat meanwhile i’m making it click
what’s my rap name? they call me amiricle
’cause i’m so magical, when i wake up i’m lyrical
i spit fire and ice, to burn you nice
and duct tape your mouth, ’cause you don’t pay the price
i open my mouth and it starts to get critical
my phone rings i pick it up and it’s a bidding call
i’m so godly you might as well call me biblical
and i can rap so fast to drive you right up the wall

monkey monkey, jumping, on the bed
mama monkey came in, they found papa is dead
he got twelve nine-millimeters in his head
mama isn’t surprised, but she sure is hurt
they lived in the hood, now he’s dead in the dirt
6 foot hole, every single day they dread
stepping out in the street
just to come back home with no bread
every moment you think you’ll be next
only, what will they have?
a glock or a p226
will they hit you in the head
or cut your wrist
will you be forgotten?
and will you be missed?
now we go to the white guys
living ’cause they’re rich
and police give the white lies
like “he had a gun in his fist”
sh-t, if anyone believed that
it’s like saying a saint is a perv
it’s police brutality
not protecting and serve

and still they have the nerve
to say it was on someone else’s turf
it was someone else’s herb
it’s a plant they don’t deserve
such a harsh punishment
welcome to your government
they f-ck up your life
and cover it with condiments
if you make it out your past
that’s an accomplishment
now you gotta give it up
to the man who’s more dominant
well i say f-ck the system
that’s so d-mn prominent
too bad in our world
it’s so d-mn predominant
back to rap thanks for the complements
it all goes back to confidence
it all comes back from competence
when you have doc-ments and doc-ments
of all the bars and no counterfeits
out of this comes all the rap that god sent
i’m innocent

i rap and rip anyone to pieces
if eminem is a rap god, then i’m rap jesus
yea. and i’m rap jesus

- amir the rapper lyrics

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