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dj unknown & dj mekalek – firewater lyrics

dj unknown & dj mekalek ft. a.l., eddie brock, and l-swift – “firewater”
[emcee(s): a.l., eddie brock, and l-swift]
[producer(s): born lords (e-blaze and showbiz) [original instrumental from fat joe ft. raekwon, armageddon, and big pun – “firewater”]]
[dj mix: dj unknown and dj mekalek]
[scratches: dj unknown and dj mekalek]

[intro: a.l.]
yeah, yeah. never put me on this tape, n-gg- (whoo!). dj unknown (yeah), dj mek (word to unknown). word up. a.l., all lyrics (yeah), house of repz (with the style, baby). know’m saying? bringing it brooklyn style, baby. word up. yo, back up, yo, back up, n-gg- (benny blanco). yo, check this out (absolute). hit ‘em hard with the murder raps (qaasim). word up (charlie). yo (word up), yo

[verse 1: a.l.]
i’ll pack
lead for my rivals. i need breath for survival. i’ll bring
what you read in the bible, leave you dead on arrival. i’ll rip your
head from your spine and use the metal to blind you. i’ll leave a
letter behind you so the federals find you. i got you
begging your idols not to get fed to the rhinos. i’ll
flirt with your t-tles—now it all spread on the vinyl. i’m blazing
my weapons. i’ll do it for the racial oppression, give
a flying–ss f-ck about my label discretion. i came
with the hardest, aim and use your brain as the target. i’m draining
my cartridge ‘til i turn your frame into garbage. insane
and r-t-rded, put your whole remains in a coffin. you should
have thought about it before using my name when you started. i’ll make
performers examples, i’ll leave ya cornered with candles, start
a riot on your block—even mourners i trample. i’m sick
as before, sick of giving d-ck to a wh-r-, sickly
hitting it raw, even licking her sores. my lyrics
is guns, so when you hear it, fearing, you run
do this in the memory of the late spirit of pun. a foul
n-gg- hit your grave, then i’ll p-ss on your coffin. the new
king of new york, so move over, christopher walken. takes
nothing much to make the metal erupt. you take two
in the gut, motherf-cker. tell the devil, “what up?”

[hook: samples with scratches by dj unknown and dj mekalek]
“thunderous, shaking the concrete” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x4)

[verse 2: eddie brock]
n-gg-s get word of my
presence, they’ll be worried and stressing, protecting their worldly
possessions, waking up early, checking their peephole
your sh-t ain’t worthy for me to step in the [?]
f-ck i want with your girly aggression and weak flows?
keep those, stop them intentions to be bold ‘cause
brock’ll deebo your ego with ease, bro
before you get to c-ck your glock, i could knock a whole teeth
row out of your feedhole. speak to your people
they’ll be eager to teach you: you shouldn’t fool with ed
my flow is a spool of thread and what i speak is the needle
i got the seam sewn, st-tching the seeds of evil
i’ll let it be known i ain’t seeing the eagle on this
blue and green globe. i’m an extraterrestrial
that’s repping the bx until i’m beamed home. the ga-
-laxy’s own work expert professional
exceptional with weapon use. gleam chrome, double edge
is shredding you like a chef would do to vegetables
then i’m stepping through the residue that’s left of you. put the wrath
that you made to better use, turning to paper b-lls
and practice your j in the trash receptacle

[hook: samples with scratches by dj unknown and dj mekalek]
“thunderous, shaking the concrete” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x4)

[verse 3: l-swift]
you know
how bronx cats roll: the scenic route. i’ll let
my b-lls hang low with my p-n-s out and grab
a b-tch from the back of the neck. after swift, she get
aftereffects. after the d-ck, she get a cast on her neck
i’ll write more when my life is twisted
ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, i’m splifted
i’m half palestinian rebel, half tas-
-manian devil, blast at your cranium metal
sh-t, in junior high school, i was nasty as school lunch
i moved to high school with khakis and two blunts
but now i’m grown. better herb and cheap antics
now i zone. better serve than pete sampras
now i’m home, get more herb ‘cause we planned it
now i zone, get more birds than tree branches
colt 45 in my lap, scs
el dorado, colt .45 in the ‘lac
and there was a time i used to drink hennessey strictly
now i’m drinking tennessee whiskey and gin in poughkeepsie
smirnoff ice, and enemies miss me ‘cause i’m drinking
beer all night, intentional mickeys, but it’s all bueno
i got a needle and thread, and, when i drink, i’ll go
back to three years old and pee in the bed

[outro: l-swift and eddie brock]
l-swift: unknown, n-gg-. let’s go. yeah. that n-gg- mek, yo
eddie brock: this for mek and unknown this year

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