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deadcrw & d'jazzo - blackened white lyrics

[intro: deadcrw]
it’s your boy deadcrw
suck a d+ck if you didn’t know
dun+dununun+nun
ya+oh, uh

[verse 1: deadcrw]
they call me crw prophet, a young socrates
’cause i be kicking knowledge like i was in soccer tees
smoking ivory on other people’s properties
and middle finger to the block’s police
and ain’t no probably’s
ain’t sh+t you could offer me
i’m underground like critters at the bosses feat
can count my wins but it’s usually the loss that speaks
against all odds when the cost is deep, n+gga

[bridge: deadcrw]
yo’, [?] smokin’ [?] alcohol drink (listen)
ya+oh, ya+oh
look, uh

[verse 2: deadcrw]
i’m on the move to spit the truth to the misguided youth
there ain’t no faries you could trade for a lopsided tooth
too many friends turn enemies due to misguided truths
forget about n+ggas like most ious
and if you need the best weed, indeed i might know who
dial up my second line, he might come through
i keep alert with dirt and who i’m serving to
’cause i done seen dogs turn to serpents too
my metamorphosis is of more sores on spit
it’s like i get more raw the more poor i get
it’s like i give more claw with the more paw i get
and i ain’t satisfied unless i palm some cl+t, i palm a spliff
i’m waiting on when karma hits
laid back, taking arnold palmer sips
way back, since i had in pamper sh+ts
man, fam’ knew i would be cancerous
and yo’, answer this: ain’t this what y’all pretending to be?
straight jersey, like the stitch in the seams
life ain’t what it seems, what missed you in the future redeems
when your dreams follow the luther regimes, n+gga
[verse 3: d’jazzo]
n+gga, they are not prepared, i’ve seen the change in faces
i remain the same, i keep rappin’, no vacations
i’m embracing what is good, i be chasing all the smoothness
i write what is true, but your homies are clueless
who’s this? noisy ass smacking my door
get the f+ck out of my property, beware of the dog
i don’t bark, i bite, going hard with the slow vibe
max on the beat, elevated with the lo+fi (uh)

[bridge: deadcrw]
elevated with the lo+fi
yo’, [?] smokin’ [?] alcohol drink
check

[verse 4: d’jazzo]
this is trife and you just your momma’s kid
when i spit with all the violence you better be prepared
i’m an og and you’s an amateur
coming to the battle, i’m not jeru but i’ll damage ya’, ain’t feeling ya’
nah, n+gga you so wack to me
i bring f+cking ill lines that you feel like lobotomies
you’re just a wannabe, and you never went that deep, bro
this became my habit, that’s why now i don’t sleep, bro
my verse colder, it’s smarter than yoda
the train’s coming fast, you can’t stop it so hold up
my brain’s like a cap to spray my own throw up
i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
[refrain: d’jazzo & deadcrw, both]
ayo, word to mother
i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
ayo, word to mother
i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
what+what, what+what+what
word to mother
i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother (yeah, uh)
word to mother (yeah, yeah)
i blow up the spot getting high with your mother
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: deadcrw & d’jazzo]
this is d’jazzo on the f+ckin’ mic, n+gga (inti sig, deadcrw)
jazzy, maxone on the beat
my man, deadcrw (inti sigma on the sticks)
n+ggas, you already know
maxone is on the beat
inti sigma
goin’ hard every verse
that’s what up, ayo
godd+mn, n+gga
ayo, shout+out to my boy maxone
it’s your boy deadcrw
shout+out to my boy inti sigma on the sticks
homies, you already know

- deadcrw djazzo lyrics

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