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ipo crita - cant dictate the will lyrics

intro:
ipo crita!
(*here and now!)
mcd underground records for all of y’all!
(*for each and all of you, hoes!)
2k16..
(*..17 already, fool!)
underground shit, y’all dig?
(*almost from the basement!)
that’s how it’s going down!
(* ‘whistle’ yo! what up! what up?)
uh, b-tch, check it! check it! uh!
(*b-tch, b-tch, b-tch!)

hook:
chilling how we wanna chill…
keeping it real…
ipo crita right here, and we grabbing your meal!
deal with it, b-tch! ’cause we doing how we feel!
and ain’t no mathafucker can dictate the will!

verse:
never entrering easier on a beat than it’s this time
mathafucking old homies — time to write a rhyme
haven’t seen each other for six years
so we gonna fuck the mathafucking past and go out, try renew the best (foureyed!)
it’s ipo crita this time already (who?)
i’ll make y’all mathafuckers respect me and meet me with a confetti! (ok!)
y’all getting sweaty when i’m rhyming like a mathafucker (haha!)
’cause i believe in a shit i’m talking, you, c-cksuckers! (i do!)
you getting scared, when i’m coming in — i’ma tear shit
it’s in your interest to prevent upcoming bloodshed
ipo ain’t give a fuck (fuck!)
so psycopath gonna make y’all b-tches radically change plans and run’n’duck!
you may be mathafucking beauty queen, or spanish princess..
but if i really want – you will eat all my 7 inches.. (each inch!)
i’m controversial, sometimes i’m forgetting own face
but it’s me who can do it – if you will – it wil be disgrace!
the speed of pace, all my ways, and i’ma leave you amazed
your eyes can recognise only 24fps (slow fool!)
my speed is minimum 50! (so fast!)
so as it’s told before your fucking soul is stinky, rotten and filthy…
i see you healthy.. but not for long!
’cause after ipo crita finishes your health is gone (mad!)
ahh!
i ain’t got nothing saint, mathafuckers! (ain’t nothing!)
mcd underground records — is what i represent!
is rap dead?! or you witnessing dead-rap?!
born in ’93, but i ain’t making cr-p-rap, ah!
somebody’s making profit out of you stupid mathafuckers
when will you understand that you all fit only for ruckas?!? (what?)
and being simple means being attractive for the people
but i’ll suggest you, my boy, fuck mathafucking system! (mathafucking system!)
the less simplistic you gonna be in world of liars and fakes
the less sc-mbags and shit-heads in life gonna stand on your ways.. (much less!)
the more mature and tough you gonna be treating b-tches (b-tches!)
the more pure and rough will stay all of your features (features!)
and all the snitches in their cramped kitchens
discussing hussling you, dreaming of becoming riches
will shut their mathafucking mouths once and for all (shut up!)
’cause they don’t wanna purchase head with a gigantic hole..

bridge:
yeah, that’s right (what?), that’s right (aha!)! duce ipo crita in a mathafucking house, you dig?! (they do!) southeast mcd underground records and we on a high level (top!), keeping it real fo all of y’all (all of y’all!). this one goes out to those, thinking ’90s rap is dead (fuck y’all!). y’all witnessing dead-rap, b-tch!! (b-tch, b-tch!)
yo! once again!

bridge:
uhhhh.. we keeping it hundred!
your meal is ours!
like noone else we feel!
’till we die — we chill!

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