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jay (oz) - hat trick lyrics

[intro: vans rat]
mm, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: vans rat & ]
uh, yeah
pen’s gripping, i’m thinking of k!lling feelings
by writing my inner demons on paper to be my lyrics
uh, i’m f+cked up in the head, like every rapper has said
i just live in this dread, i just wanna be+ uh
six feet deep under the soil, i sleep
living eternity, just burning for sins you see?
smoked up now my brain’s gone missing
drugs out, middle fingers up to the system ()

cal and jay with the three letter names
with bars like bullets and i don’t mean trains
i don’t want the pain that comes with the fame
but if i get paid i won’t complain

[intermission: jay & vans rat]
c+nt
they aren’t+you aren’t f+ckin’ touching us bro
om til we od (om til we od)

[verse 2: jay & ]
got a flame mind on the mainline
i try to remain fine and at the same time play kind
watch the game wind up and down like i heard through the grapevine
like we make wine, came wired to make a stain
kingpin of this rap sh+t, make tracks backflip
rate that smash hit, magic
jay, cal, beats + hat trick
i’m that kid ’cause in fact i flip, b+tch
, moon high
sitting in the moonlight, sipping moonshine
f+ck that,
[intermission: interview & jay]
people look at you today, twenty years later
and they still have no idea what you’re about
tell me in a sentence who you are

what’s that ice cube thing?
oh, it ain’t over motherf+cker

[verse 3: jay & ]
write ‘caine and sesh, i blaze the rest
don’t make a bet, i play to wreck
display the technicalities, have at me when i rap a beat
stat+staggering feats, the way it has to be
pain and stress would always f+ckin’ slap me
now i’m slapping thee, draw like how you grab a piece
painting pictures, breaking toons
life’s a chess game, b+tch make your move and shake the room
you toke but you don’t want this smoke
i set fire like a pyro man did
you joke but you don’t stop with the quotes
you’re better off tryna write romances
hand the pen to me, let a white bro plant it
slam it, when i make the track they go “d+mn it”
can’t copy ways i make a mic go rancid
i shake you controllers like psycho mantis

[outro: vans rat & jay]

- jay oz lyrics

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