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atban klann - no sequel lyrics

let me tell you, we uh, we the grass roots. we be the grass roots. we the grass roots. we be the atban klann. when my baby left me, i was blue. i tell you the truth

one, three

when it comes to what occurs
i got a motive that be making big beats
yo, we could be blooding in my h2o
my p+u+d+d+l+e of h2o
i roll with my clan
you try to rip in my water and get slammed by the aquaman
you see, dirty ain’t always being real
cause i come clean and still poke up the grill
rappers take shortcuts and hop for fits
they come with gravy and style, but their rhymes don’t make sense
yo, here’s a little something i don’t understand
our foods get famed by sounding the same when they jam for real
for real. now it’s time that i brush your grill
yo, here’s a little something i don’t understand
our foods get famed by sounding the same when they jam for real
ain’t no sticks or any other to follow
you hollow when you whistlin’ or whistlin’ your hollow
points to my fam cause my roots on dime
we can rock joint till there ain’t no poin
we can go toe to toe, ride for ride
but yo, it’s not on my mind
to jam sh+t twice, no dejavos
aquaman hits are putting flames to gloopless sh+t
copy through the clan blueprint from xerox or dusty block
so he been trippin’ our way
yo, we paid our fees
we squeeze through the doors as a real mcs
we got sh+t for the n+ggas in the wings
and life’s scheme is to never let chump walk my team
brought you in my lawn
there’s nothing to dig home with
dog tits, the grills, and we took a yearly stroke
evidence, those equals a must
step off the wagon
cause there’s nothing but a…

[chorus]

beat biter, dope style taker
tell you to your face you ain’t nothing but a faker
yo, here’s a little something i don’t understand
our foods get famed by sounding the same when they jam
there’s no sequel…

one… three…
yo, there ain’t no sequel
my crew is always equal
we be the front runners entering the world
go evil. my force enhancing hip+hop
i like the rhyming beatbox
in the vibe, i get your only meat
i go with my grind
sweetness is back as i navigate my fist to your face
scattering membrane, shame on your race
you got the same old style
you got the same profile
you got the same old flow
doin’ it just like go
so just like go
bring in the new product
compete the boom in the trunk of a car
now you’re abducted and labeled
that’s opacity without the more drime you’re gonna go for
time to get off the stage and observe
slap your occipital while you’re taking on the curve
you never learn. you never know about this matter
as the situation, you and your crew just shattered
scattered into pieces. symbolizing peace
this my way. and i say
ain’t no sequel. ain’t no equal
the client needs to hear the same
[chorus]
beat biter, dope style taker
tell you to your face you ain’t nothing but a faker (x6)

yo, here’s a little somethin’ i don’t understand
our foes get famed by doubting the same with a jam
yo, here’s a little somethin’ i don’t understand
our foes get famed by doubting the same with a jam
there’s no sequel

[chorus]
beat biter, dope style taker
tell you to your face you ain’t nothing but a faker

- atban klann lyrics

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