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brogod zilla - secret service lyrics

[verse 1 – brogod zilla]

yeahh…
back in this sh-t, smackin b-tches
smashin sh-t when the bouncers trippin
show em’ i dont give a f-ck about their strippers
four f-ckin quarters dont amount to tippin?
never will i give a wh0r- an ounce of schillings
chivalry is dead i ain’t got to trick
especially if we met in about few minutes
the midwest wrestler im bout to flip this
this straight flow no oppositions
hungry like i dont have a pot to p-ss in
h-rny like i dont know what ive been missin
now im skeetin on all of my f-ckin’ compet-tion
this is cl-ssic, sh-ts just magic
so much ice watch how i do hat tricks
hair ain’t cut off, that dont effect sh-t
i take off my hat just to touch rabbits
guess im still on that magic metaphor
playin w some bull sh-t, like i was a matador
dizzle never foolish, n-gga never had to score
in the last few minutes cause i crash the board
all game all day no askin for, me to carry the team
i look past the score
whole quarter left and im about to trash the floor
we already won you ain’t gotta ask for more
rain confetti like floods, everlast pour
lookin through these p-ssy n-ggas like a gl-ss in stores
x-ray vision, no magnets wh0r-
so you ain’t gotta pull your shirt up to flash the boy
..ha ha that was creepy
number 6 you can hear it on a track with cne
i might have a tendency to act defeated
knowin half of these n-ggas that can rap can’t beat me
the other half of n-ggas that rap that beat me
are the ones who already have a track on tv
i might diss internet rappers freely
cause they all follow all the same cr-p on tv
hardest motherf-cker comin out the 63
other emcees caught up in the traffic, beep beep
im like tom tryna’ smash the squeeking, ha
i bet that’ll make yo -ss retweet me
in the lab with obama and we practice speaking
show the compet-tion give his -ss a beating
made em say uhhh now im master p’eeing
i would say no h0m-
but im saying no lgbt, what you f-gs is thinking?
thursday to sunday my -ss is drinking
got shows on sat-rdays im spazzin’ weekly
coach got me running shooting guard this season
so you all-f-ckin-ready know, thats a 3-peat
im so done with the critics and beef-ing
so i put it on a game now, thats a sneak king
and im done rapping each thing
with the last f-ckin’ word cause the fans are sleeping
cocaine, shootin’ n-ggas, trappin’s easy
but i promised i ain’t never goin back to easy
…never goin back to easy
now i promised ain’t never goin back to easy

[break]
dz
black logic, feelin’ godly right now
quick question (get em)

[verse 2 – black logic]
can you elevate your mind without lighting up?
don’t lighten up, i know label artists not cold as us
now what you rep? l.s., champlow now here we go
murder murder that’s money power, freedom controlled (kamaal what up?)
may it rip through ya flesh, and enter yo soul
but can you hang with apollo when soul(ar) powered?
right now, i’m 9 to 5
if i freed up them forty hours
my full attention would leave whole cities devoured
this worlds ours
decipher my hieroglyphs, devastating as hydrogen
sound bombing planet-x with intellect
to the whole city on
my a to windy city zone is in effect
and we gone leave it like that

[outro]
yes, so get your “swag” right
you will not make it as a rapper without your “swag”
“swag” is everything in twenty-twelve, n-gga
bow!

- brogod zilla lyrics

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