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britchen – random words lyrics

yea!!!
it’s britchen
‘nough respect to juaino on this one
lummiwizzo! i see you boss

k!ll it!!
am back in the booth/
hitting with ma tools/
with my words and a mic, dawg this is how i shoot/
about to leave a hole in the roof/
what you gon do?
when the n-gga is h-ll proof/
ready to blaze and erase life outta your best dude/
pull a god d-mn trigger, the rest is h-ll doomed/
they best beware dude/
no friends in h-ll boo/

do not eat the fruit of your labor and forget the roots/
where there is happiness ma n-gga there is surely reproof/
not everybody happy with the way a n-gga hitting and chilling and singing and drinking and dancing to the groove/
that’s word in ma book/

am the real n-gga real n-ggas wanna rhyme/
with the folks and the chicks jumping in line/
like am giving freebies and they don’t mind/
what the f-ck you take me for? no am not kind/
i be the only one who would ever travel to swahili and make the n-ggas over there wanna learn my style/
this is brutality am bursting the mic/
shoot the bars on the beat put the verse on the line/
this be the word of life/
am i talking bible?/
with the words shooting straight like a f-cking riffle?/
mind you/
try to/
hold the bull by the h-rn or the h-rn will smite you/

this is for the boys, like men’s jockey/
i know my sh-ts heavy, it’s like a dead body/
i mean outta life, not a dead buddy/
yet i make it look cute like a d-mn puppy/
am yet dropping/
it’s d-mn funny/
with the way i be making it slam on this pillars with mere words, and yet none of this n-ggas opened the door to let hulk in?/
a legend talking/
a hulk on the mic/
am chopping the lines/
-ssorted with vines/
accorded with spines/
ma word is devine/
i don’t give a f-ck unless am stalking ur wife/
n-gga quit joking/
im ‘onna be the only one to ever k!ll it or cease it all with the hand of a god on this illuminous obligation to erase the population o’ the mother f-cking insignificance that we to listen er’day/
whichever way/
f-ck you physics
i could freaking make waves any where i want it/
any how i want it/
any way i want it/
d-mn it, dawg
d-mn it
most of this people don’t understand but the only reason i do it so uniquely is cos..
am cursed to be blessed/
and popped with the best/
-ssaulted in rest?/
am coming in vexed/
popping the god d-mn mother hoes till they fall in distress/

this sh-t is joseph with the best cloth/
no, i don’t sound funny dude, you best know/
but if you think this sh-t is funny, ull die laughing with your tongues out like a dead goat/
you dead bro/
its death row/
it’s well known/
you freaking step on a n-gga, u get his elbow/
h-ll no/
i won’t let another man put his own laws in ma own field no gee, no way gee, that is jello/

see me flow with ease/
it’s like the boy a wind/
no you don’t see me son, you only hear the whistle/
pulling out dope stunts, like am chisel/
the game almost died, cos many talking piffle/
but i bring hope early call me mr wiesel/
now i make it bang hard like it’s got a pizzle/
or a pistol/
making you nod your head in accordance and make the people wiggle/
the fans jiggle/
it’s yet official/
i go hard and stand firm. am like a nipple/
i put the spice on it and you hear the sizzle/
rap is on a griddle/
k!ll the beat on repeat, boy that’s how we twiddle/
lame dudes n-ggle/
me? ah dribble/
like the super eagle/
ma fire rekindled/

why this guy dey disturb me? n-gga get the f-ck outta here!!!

burn hard burn bad. ur beauty swindled/
can’t go smooth on ur face… you got a wrinkle/
better hide in ur sh-ll, dawg, like periwinkles/
or this sh-t will hit you/
that be the ish i bring you/
and i hope it fits you/
my words are not brittle/
am right, your left and the rest are middle/
i know you get the riddle/

hahaha
i just k!lled it

- britchen lyrics

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