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denizen kane - ain't no thing lyrics

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-stop talking like that
stop talking like what copper? that’s how i talk see. i gotta do this see-

now why would i respect this punk kid that’s a shotta
when it’s obvious to all of yall that my style is hotta
not a lot of men could even attempt to simulate the kid
and even if they did i’d make an example out of them
i’m in to win and the fantasies of wicked men sticking up the angels sticking up the stick up kids
crack apart a c-cky rapper rip apart a skeleton
severing a s(h)ucker regardless of his melanin
they [ ] [?} i’m not impressed[ ] [?}
sloppy [ ] [?}
kid i’m cooler than the steel you point with
i keep my soul like an appointment
they used to call king the kid but now the kid is a veteran arid a river of the [?]
riddle is the ridiculous roaches slayed with a can of raid
rhyming and it take the whole city to fight state of mind of and out here

they take your wallet and they sn-tch your chain just
and they cut your finger just to take your ring like it ain’t no thing
but before you wash your hands of them kids and run away
better ask yourself what you fed them kids to make them this way

you’re insane to complain you can get broke off
i can tell you real quick what these scars speak of
they prove you ain’t a sucker kid you do too much
better do like the machine on your wrist and just watch
because i’m tougher than leather but your leather so soft
no doubts i’m b-lls out and turn my head then cough
you a slouch about your past listen hey you posture
i’m a tree city legend not a vain imposter
you rap about heists that will prove impossible
i and i were on the apostles
and disciples write about the epistles and gospels
b-tch i do you one better your rifles and missiles
they rusted they miss they’re amiss i’m on a mission
while you steady get f-cked in any position
so all you cheap wannabe’s kid just stop
an old g would tell you that the dirt don’t wash off

they take your wallet and they sn-tch your chain just
and they cut your finger just to take your ring like it ain’t no thing
but before you wash your hands of them kids and run away
better ask yourself what you fed them kids to make them this way

now the typical cats, you know they down with us
and the tree city legends, yea they down with us
and the canyon dwellers, yea they down with us

kid the clique too tough
kid the clique too tough

and my legend mister rey, you know he down with us
and my man articulate, he down with us
and my homeboy nomi, know he down with us

kid the clique too tough
kid the clique too tough

yea my man mestizo he down with us
and my homeboy chino, he down with us
and you know the blue scholars they down with us

kid the clique too tough
kid the clique too tough
they too tough



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