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chill moody - easy easy (freestyle) lyrics

and you say #nicethings
sharpen my t–th right quick
nah’mean?

(verse 1)
wonder where i’mma take it now?
sheeeit, might as well take the crown
seems it’s for the taking now, they hatin’ like the lakers ’round
no miley but my thoughts is so cyrus: one gang could take this town
team full of warriors, victorious, it’s so glorious
they on timeout so don’t toy with us
i’m thinking big now, that’s notorious
new spartacus, i’m hittin’ switches on the chariot
barry windham how i’m vicious with the lariat
my team’s undefeated, they wins lower than harriet
let it breathe a bit, let it breathe a bit
cats still taking shots, yo hank you believe this sh-t?
i just seen this sh-t, i tried to let it breathe but sh-t
i toss heat, that’s a fever pitch
throw a bullet back, moss won’t receive that sh-t
nah call em gustos, short bus flows bout how they clutch chrome
a bunch of unknowns who couldn’t see me from the start
first radio spin was dj touch tone, come on
philly’s mvp, most hated but they played it on they mp3
seen that #nicethings green so they envy me
from the bleachers when they peep us on that mtv
just getting started, spar with vargas, who hit the hardest
punches weak, i’m a different artist
bars all-madden, they switched to novice
flow sick, they ain’t close to nauseous
one stone to hit both ya partridge
close to the margin, approaching my targets
a standout, no handouts, ain’t beg for ya pardon
from the muscle with it, vintage flow, muscle kitted
free said he p-ssed the torch to me and i must admit
i wouldn’t trust you with it
thought said that i’m next up
number 1 with a bullet, better vest up
the pick of the litter, they sick like on twitter
when fat jawns take fl!cks from the neck up
who want it? my crew run, it’s a cruel summer
a cool hundred quickly get you iced
that’s a cool run-in
you dudes bluffing, talking heavy but never move nothing
you foolish as stupid as pictures of jigga pool jumpin
they way i’m running tracks i’ll mess around and pull something
i guess i’m running tracks, i’ll mess around and pull something
she up and leave em, he steaming, wondering what’s the reason
you trust this heathen don’t give a d-mn about a cuffing season
whats yours is mine homie shoulda saw the signs
missed the call the crystal ball is talking bout a fortune 5
futures looking bright as h-ll, ya shorty’s leaving: ysl
crack the code, my path been chose since az spoke on wired cells
been heat rock since cl and pete rock
could krush grooves, no beat box
just rock steady, no bebop
throw punches that’ll leave knots
hit the endzone, follow lead blocks
you callin’, so i’m all in: pre-flop
f-ck that, let the beat knock

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