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chad l. - last call lyrics

you know me as a stand alone
a soldier but i don’t stand with chrome
i’m the man when on the microphone
a stand out from the fans and stans who write their poems
cause i’m inspired by my heroes to be one of own in my own zone
no label could ever process the brand that i have grown
bout to reap in music for all the years i got the game sown
seen so many that come along they on or they should’ve stayed gone
don’t get yourself washed because your imagination is fabricated
even without the rapper paper i’m blessed and highly favored
nine to five grind, never been in a heist or caper of thy neighbor
i write rhymes, i keep ‘em sautéd with the right amount of flavor
quit drinking but know with me it’s straight, 100 proof, no chaser
i punch and scheme back to back every line a dome shaker
most of my quotables haymakers they were made to be bone breaking
i made my goal greatness and i ain’t stopping till the globe say it

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all i know is progression
all i know is progression
all i know is progression
all i know is progression
all i know is progression
the only thing close to perfection
it came from me holding my weapon
these poems inked come as a blessing
better slow your roll where you stepping
i don’t think you know who you messing

some of y’all don’t wanna war with words or step on my turf
i highly disturbed and could throw you in the dirt to talk to the earth
if you can’t throw the hands i suggest you know my worth with the work
you’ll find that i like to box, the punching back to back ain’t just in a verse
if going berserk is a curse then i made it a gift to unbox my rage to let it burst
you get your courage from a bottled spirit to feel it you take serval slurps
you a few drunk texts and slurred words from getting stomped into syrup
it’s hard to not have a sucker punched that always had whoopings deferred
or a couple times they caught it bad but was it a -ss whopping deserved
for the sc-m salt of the earth that thinks they can’t have their blood on their shirt
h-llo there sir i got something i been brewing and you can get served
the wrong thing is to be the th-rn in my side on my nerves if i must blurt
for all the times you got hurt you’ll find in due time that dude is the worst
running your beak being a bird is the racket for these bad mittens to swing on you nerds
pay your respect to wordsmith or get your american history x’ed out when i stomp your head on the curve

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- chad l lyrics

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