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crooked i - elevate lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
yeah, yeah, west coast worldwide, you heard?
september 7th
sh+t
what up, o?
it’s crooked i, homie
c.o.b
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: crooked i]
i let the shots spray simultaneously as the car’s pulling up
give a victim the heimlich, see if he cough bullets up
i’m hood as f+ck
when crooked recites a pulitzer prize, it’s not good enough
i’m full of surprises, look in my eyes, i’m hoodie disguised
p+ssy despise me, we can put ’em up
i lеvitate when the mic’s nеar
walk two inches above concrete, that’s why they call it nike air
i regulate and never fight fair
beat you senseless on the concrete, i’m your worst nightmare
this young boy should be locked in a cage
i spit like i’m the offspring of rakim and rage
even when i’m rockin’ the stage
i’m imaginin’ each audience member gettin’ shot with a gauge
i k!ll crowds, still spillin’ the illest style
seance music, even the dead spirits hear it now
yeah, i’m quick with the reach, get the liquid to leak
right out of your nitwit’s physique, i’m sick with the speech
take a flying leap off a buildin’, that’s how hard my sh+t hits the streets
lyrical god, your flow’s unholy
your rhymes defiling more pages than mark foley
you got beef? better show me your heart, homie
i’m hard, only those who glow in the dark know me
[chorus: ras kass]
we choose to do this till they decorate our headstones
the music, we use it to elevate the west coast
who’s left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones
your life is in our hands, we won’t hesitate to let go

[verse 2: ras kass]
it was written
god made man out of clay, so when it’s time to play, i spit robot chicken
top five ever when it come to spittin’
hit your favorite rapper with a septic tank when it come to sh+ttin’
listen, impossible mission
ras will hot 16’s, blue cut crack in the kitchen
lexus gs with the gas tank thistin’
i mean on e, fien’ on me, vision
cattle on left hand hissin’
keep a b+tch with fat p+ssy lips like two blacks kissin’
few whack rappers dissin’
pack attrition and your little 15 minutes of fame like nutrition
lunchtime, time to eat
talk the streets, n+gga, i strand whales on the beach
young orca, an history about to walk on water without lifting my knee up
i need a process to boss, get hit with 81 shots like randy moss
how can he floss, simple horse
my b+tch’s bikini thong lookin’ like dental floss
750 chopped to top and he lost
’cause i just buried my granny and my family cost
y’all strictly queers
careers disappear like the vmas of chubby ass britney spears, b+tch
[chorus: ras kass]
we choose to do this till they decorate our headstones
the music, we use it to elevate the west coast
who’s left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones
your life is in our hands, we won’t hesitate to let go

[verse 3: odius]
i’m gonna spit it till the day that i see death’s do’
perched upon my fence poster
when i see the reaper creeping, i’ma pull his head closer
whisper in his ear, ain’t nothing like hip+hop music, now let’s go
you copied your style, you can’t grow to be the great type, you lie
cold chillin’, show mc’s how to break mics
no fillin’, so foes flee when i take flight
i choke rhythms and don’t breathe when my brain strikes
never roll with stone dealers and sold trees on the late night
but had poems dribbin’ from my dome piece like a drain pipe
my slow k!lling blows things like a snake bite
but it’s bone k!lling as a cold breeze at a grave site
ever wonder if god can’t see collision as box
i weave a worldwide web full of insidious plots
that’ll leave a rapper swinging like a hypnotist’s watch
use your mind, see what you find when you listen and watch
’cause snakes slither to hinder inquisitive listeners
paint pictures to hide sinners that exist within ministers
chains glimmer that try and render consistently sinister
famed prisoners that die ’cause misery’s been administered
have ’em choking and staggerin’ and smoke from the m+n+script
like the vultures just headed and picking the pope at the vatican
most of these rappers should be involved in motorist accidents
’cause we know that they don’t even matter like bones in a mannequin
[chorus: ras kass]
we choose to do this till they decorate our headstones
the music, we use it to elevate the west coast
who’s left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones
your life is in our hands, we won’t hesitate to let go
we choose to do this till they decorate our headstones
the music, we use it to elevate the west coast
who’s left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones
your life is in our hands, we won’t hesitate to let go
ca

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