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burghtown - i got this lyrics

[intro]

it’s like i’m back from the grave my n-gg-
from the slaves my n-gg-
it’s burghtown…hyphen

[verse 1]

proto’s the protocol, honorolee on raw
k!lling ya illest sh-t, the oncologist on call
if ever i did fall, it’s while dropping a dead ball
after floating 44 yards and the scoring on all of ya’ll
dropping down to on knee, thanking the trinity
that the root of evil would anchor but never equal belief
blessings to higher power, when lost in the final hour
of money not being an issue, who’s giving tithes to the founder
not you…but me either so how can i front
there’s more to martyr in death than kin-evil could ever stunt
i’m blunt, i’m on fire, i’m tired but not retired
artistic, altruistic, ballistic and well desired
i suggest that you miss me instead of trying to diss me
i’m in the city dis with a choir n-gg-, come get me
you gone need a miley on molly to even try and f-ck with me
the tech with two techs, you tectonic n-gg-s is shifty
i got this

[hook]
ah n-gg- who cares
ya’ll n-gg-s is scared
tell them hoes i got this x2

[verse 2]

who cares if the next n-gg- hate you, that’s b-tch-ssness
but what if your fiance nuances thoughts of a fascist
you don’t see eye to eye, maybe one of you blind
maybe both of you see in the other there is decline
como te llamo circe, she crucifying a jesus
not knowing sh’ll lambaste you and bake you and test taste you
poking you with a fork, poor little pulled pork
posing just like the oracle in the matrix park
kicking it with them hoes, kicking it on a pole
i’m the heisenberg of the burgh, what the f-ck do ya’ll n-gg-s know
not chemistry, not entropy
daughter italy or a minute of mycity
in the basis equation of p equals the emcee
your ph levels are grossly unbalanced so chemically
get you some more ensure, guzzle it on the curb
and patiently wait for the coroner’s comforter to concur
yo, i got this

[hook]

[bridge]
if i should die before i wake i pray the lord me souls to take
ah n-gg- who cares x4

[outro]

yeah…33 years
yeah 33 years, uh huh
keep it going…it’s that burghtown sh-t…fly sh-t
prototype…gift money…fly guy…god look

- burghtown lyrics

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