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fo chief & kontrast - rip 'em up lyrics

[verse 1: fo chief]
you know i got that bone crack flow
chief tax all you lames, i got my moe back joe
never lax in my lane before you know that road
cold raps in my veins, i think you know that though
i rarely act silly, but actually
i’m dead serious
wet w-lly, step wit’ me clean
i bury ’em back barely
oh sincere with the rap very
thinkin’ i’m just gon’ hit ’em with the lean
i’m back again
got my chips and cashed ’em in
so adamant, they call me clean, yeah that’s accurate
with the pen dagger i been badder
than all y’all chit-chatterin’
rattlin’ about you been wetter
cut the cornball sh-t
the cannonball rip
right through the center of your core, you shoulda wore a bib
hyped when i hear the thunder roarin’ rain pourin’ in
fight, give me reigns, the raw pain toe to toe wit’ it

[hook:]

(dj skip ripkin on the cuts)

[verse 2: kontrast]
lookie here, doggie, what ya found?
original boom bap
the underground sound
we be callin’ it “tomb rap”
heard from ’round town you be fallin’
ya crew’s wack
and word is now you follow but you hollow like cocoon wraps
these buffoon raps gettin’ chewed like saloon snacks
my platoon pack don’t salute back to fool’s, jack
newsflash: think it’s funny?
fire ripples quick
honey dip i’m well equipped
and i’m liver than a nipple slip
simplistic, kid, sophisticated
watch me, flip this b-tch then i’ll fist the cadence
in a swiftly mist of a blissful fragrance
i’m on ripley sh-t, leave you pr-cks amazed
but then i seem to gaze when shorty drop it like it’s hot
like a f-ckin’ tea pot spilled all over her sweet spot
knees drop, baby i’m the juggernaut
what you f-ckin’ thought
i keep these n-ggas runnin’ hard when i rip ’em up

[hook]

[verse 3: fo chief/kontrast]
on the grind so hard, you check the mouthpiece
a kind so long, respect, give you a pound, peace
unleash heat, man down and now we power play
so i’mma make my move now, f-ck what cowards say
naturally hot, they be drinkin’ kerosene
actually i’m not thinkin’ that your glare is mean
they just some ficklin’ pixies whistlin’ dixie
pick a bone go ‘head you know the crew is with me
flyin’ with bars equipped, timing with the iron grip
if you get with them dudes, that’s where the lion sips
climbin’ in with a pair of pliers on this rhymin’ sh-t
i’mma flip the p-ssy sit back and watch the hymen rip
disgustin’ words that be bumpin’ through ya speakers now
beat thumpin’, keys to the function got you geekin’ out
we got ya round brown -ss steady creepin’ south
but believe it now
when we rip ’em up
they steady leakin’ out

[hook]

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