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hpblk - knuckleheadz lyrics

[verse 1: hpblk]
once gen once again once upon ya head
the least discussed but most disgusting who ever lived
conscious and concussed on xbox cussing kids
your mom say dem and dem and they friends are real knuckleheads
forget the jewels run your rent and your penny stash
car petty fetti cash yeah just pass me what’s on the dash
fled with a whole leap of hardo bread in a duffle bag
and dust a chubby boris fed in un+comfy stüssy pants
and do your drunk uncles lean off the rummy dance
he’s in his undеrpants there’s a chicago rapper’s chancе he’s faded
underrated and overpaid, i understate it
they oversell i’m uninspired yo nothing changes
but i’m not surprised it’s the raregod grace
to say he amazing is a slap in the face (face face face)
catch more snakes with rats who sing patty cake
spray mace rhymes like tata on high rise estates
where progressive thoughts die a thousand deaths and then some
and a side chicks got ill d+ck breath and iller incomes
before selling bud was being stuck in the mud tryna stick one
now they might let you grow a redwood if you can rent one
i’m dead bruv no slept on i forget ’cause
my worst one your best one on your desktop
bone idol thrones titles, the stupidest
spit like an uzi hit through the temp
this independent tip gotta be built for windows10 and cuban linx
you emcee’s substance ain’t pertinent im certain kid
you’re working with what white bank executives are twerking with
fiat 500 turn my mentions to a horror show
playing themselves like sitars, ayo what’s the scenario?
your spar hold a hard l like he bros with mario
it’s calm, chill
running with scissors on tracks since track and field
if eahwee hit pads it’s not a drill
it’s all a consequence of sharpening the steel
with this bunion on my heel so the knuckleheads can feel for real
[verse 2: distantstarr]
cherio
i came to put the fear in souls
that’s best accomplished by holding up a mirror
goals written in a note, ain’t sharing with the fake
stay clear of the windows, aim towards the great
shaped like your local heroes
i been on the spiral since a young’n in the ear lobes
what i gotta fear?
sold plenty songs on tape chasing a road to papes
cappers you almost got me into trouble, i escaped
the great star what they call ’em
lost a lot of friends swearing that i’m out here ballin’
calling all the shots, shot callin’ what you sippin’?
i’ma have the same since we on the same mission
dishing out the oop got me like i gotta jam it
tomahawk followed by a three+sixty he’s a cannon
without management i’ll manage so their rules don’t apply
rise to the challenge champion in a pair of who am i’s
devise new angles
at mach ii by mach iii to mach z was lit up like the roxy, fables

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