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bsmnt j - real mccoy lyrics

(intro)

(bas-m-nt)
(bas-m-nt)
yo

(verse 1)
nagasaki finna blow up
show up
can’t match with the flow cuh
chatting sh-t better hold up
this is when the show start let the boat flood
ya already sunk and ya f-cked up
shut the f-ck up (shut the f-ck up)
get ya throat cut
better get ya notes up
get ya hopes up
pen in the holster (holster)
the battle of battles i won’t settle for h-ssle until the i’m herding the cattle cuz i’m one up (one up)

(chorus)
j is back from the dead boy
why ain’t nutting been said boy
better watch where ya tread boy
jheez bruddah you a mess boy
this the plan i’m finna deploy
bas-m-nt the kid like a cowboy
ain’t a fake i’m the real mccoy
can’t save the beat i’m gunna destroy

(verse 2)
spitting the sickest of sh-t
getting the slickest of fits (what?)
i got the sickness again (chaze)
you witness the illest my friend (f-ck)
b-ss penetrating uh (huh, huh?)
god i know you waited uh (what?)
for me to drop the greatest uh
add it to ya playlist uh
f-ck (f-ck)

i resemble greatness (greatness)
i -ssemble playlists (playlists)
snacking found my honey never money that i’m chasing (chasing)
you be slacking payments
you cheesy with ya placements (placements)
i’m the king no disputing you know it and it’s blatant (ooh!)

i got freshest (chaze)
i got the best hits (best hits)
bas-m-nt the menace (menace)
bas-m-nt is reckless
j dropping the sh-t and then spitting it quicker than ya are ya feeling my presence (ooh)
critically physically never missing beats or syllables i spit in my sentence (sentence!)

(verse 3)
snare hitting fandom (oh)
bout as sick as bandon (blazin)
haters take a seat (yeah)
you know can’t stand em (sit down!)
gettin all the p’s
you know it ain’t random
murdering the beat like like
like charles manson

j in the bas-m-nt shouting all the rappers out
mind of a monk i know how all ya feeling now
j going cray and im spitting all the lyrics out
holding on a beat i must be grabbin on a sound
success is nothing but a leap and a bound
but it’s hard to make jokes when everyone’s a clown
hard being a king when every bruddah wants crown
just wanna move out of this dead end town

something more luxury more lavish (lavish)
like a little ting in paris (paris)
grab nice chain from the garden patch looking bout 14 carat
(14 carat)
looking bout 14 carat

j is back from the dead boy
why ain’t nutting been said boy
better watch where ya tread boy
jheez bruddah you a mess boy
this the plan i’m finna deploy
bas-m-nt the kid like a cowboy
ain’t a fake i’m the real mccoy
can’t save the beat i’m gunna destroy

ain’t a fake i’m the real mccoy
can’t save the beat i’m gunna destroy (stroy)

(bas-m-nt)

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