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jazz - batter hitz lyrics

[verse 1: fuzz]
your underneath the rubble, ff my gigantic speech bubble
when i say my rhymes, people start to see double
when your driving check your buckle
because i don’t want to chuckle
when your on the road driving with your uncle
and i sat on the road and hit your car with a knuckle
and watch you blast off to the hubble
i’m that guy your afraid to look at
disguised as the guy you’ll let pet your cat
then i’ll come outta no where with a bl–dy bat
beat you to death with it and leave you like that
walked in a muslim’s temple and p-ssed on the prayer mat
ran to the rocky mountains and turn the land flat
floated up to the gates of heaven and called god fat
sent to h-ll and stole the devils throne and his rat
but now i’m stuck in his chair, f-ck it, f-ck going back
i see great future, i’m such a visionary
now the only way to beat me
it’s if you punch the me part of the dictionary
i’m milking the game like a cow
but no dairy
my life used to be a horror movie so scary!
now its such a fairy tale and i’m the f-cking fairy
blood in my alchohol, call it a bl–dy mary
haha! and that’ts word to saint dracula, n-gg-s
we young enemies, we so spectacular!
now if you can’t stand the heat
then get out of the kitchen, yes the money talks
but you n-gg-s don’t listen
try to f-ck with me, i guarantee you’ll need
some st-tching
hip hop to me wasn’t a choice, who ever knew it
would give me a royse royce
now thats for the boss and drink rozay
n-gg-s in they momma’s houses drinking koolaid
while i’m k!lling flows on a daily basis, all black everything
but don’t call me racist
i’m forbidden to fail by the god i hail
while the non-believers follow me like a tail
claiming sin is a jail with no bail, your hate for me
is only a p-ssport to h-ll, hh
hailing from hillbrow south africa, so ya’ll know
i can k!ll it in vanicular, so bonke ba yazi ngi
spectacular!
tru’ love story,me and my career, drink red wine
i ain’t never heard of beer, money come 365 cash year
now in both instances, i’m a winner in bed
the dead living, the living dead
evil zombies, i will sever your heads
meeting real women with curves but most of these
other women are starting to get on my nerves
everything that i have is everything i deserve
calling eachother dogs, but you n-gg-s are just mutts
stop saying that i did ’cause i made no shortcuts
the only disadvantage about money is papercuts

[verse 2: jazz]
smoking on the finest sh-t you ever smelled
take a whiff boy
i roll with ballers on my team like van nistelrooy
he’s got his shades on blinded by my wrist boy
trinidad james all gold in this
girl we could have a party bring a friend or two
i’ll most probably end up in the bed with you
if you could bring stacy and stacy could bring kim
then i’ll bring stakes then she could link up with him
then we could link up, drink up, probably get my things up
we don’t think much, live for today just like you’ve been judged
but that’s the way we riding and that’s the way we live
more weed up in the rizla, more jd in my drink
they say money makes the world 360, right?
so we chase it like 365
by any means ness like malcolm we ride
in the concrete jungle just to get by
all those summers we rolled around the city a n-gg- reliving the moment
dank in my right hand, cash in the bank
yo n-gg- i own it, n-gg- i’m rolling
with ma real cronies, feeling og, blowing that kush
ain’t f-cking with the police, and the police ain’t f-cking with us
n-gg- i must, tell the truth my n-gg- i’m really as high as a kite
tell the truth my n-gg- i’m really as high as i like
i remember those summers back in the day rolling top valley on a bike
i remember those robbers back in the day rolling with a bally and a knife
but i’m out in manny and i’m live
but i’m out in manny with a b-tch who spread her f-nny for the pipe
then i’m back in notts for a minute
tryna see what’s popping for minute got me back up in that life
real n-gg-s living right
they come out in the sunlight
all the bad gyal have got a n-gg- out his mind
i go in when the times right, i go in on a dime like
how you doing? what’s your name? are you down to get down like
she was down for the brown pipe told her b-tch pipe down
i’ma pound pound, then your out right
all ma n-gg-s we be out for them pounds like
oh, see the sun shine yeah it’s all right

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