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jesus h. macy - death valley lyrics

run it run it
run it running through the valley of

spit static through microphones
too hot microwave yo home
pierce your nickel plated chrome
with sticks and stones my sh-t to cold
underground like catacombs
jay the blackest bag of bones
vandalizing vagabond
chillin at a cinnabon
cynical to critical y’all peaked in at the pinnacle and still climbin rising higher than the sun shining
truly blinding put yo blinders on
i should wrote some kinder songs
your kinda wrong if you don’t think i’m bomb
then ask my n-gga dom
knocking these domino’s tell these putos to vamanos
hurdle over these obstacles til im in the galapagos
or somewhere tropical
floating on something nautical
the kids so prodigal
switch it up like its topical

run it run it
run it running through the valley of

master of the flow dead eye with my calico
k!ll it with these battle flows my sk!ll set is unmatchable
schizo so irrational the misfits at the pageant show
mystic mythix magical im too lit need some
adderall the admiral holy mackerel
i got the gas to go
if last to go
imma let it blow to let my people know
please peep the flow they say i’m reaching though yo i dont even know
just feed em mo // like tnt explode
you know. i’m red 2 go
ready for combat bouncing off of the hi hats
byp-ss ya firewalls raiding your girls panty draws
shock and awe
i stay dropping they jaws
finna rock you with my claws
yall ain’t f-cking with my sauce

run it run it
run it running through the valley of

lowkey like i’m cloaked in camo
g-ssed up plus i got the ammo
if you touch or f-ck with famo
push yo sh-t up like im rambo
never ramble just leave em shook in shambles
going rouge full commando
the veteran off the handle
the chip off the old block
foundation stronger than fort knox
never sh-ll shocked boi i stay strapped with that tomahawk
aiming at these opps guaranteed to leave yo bells knocked
known to twist plots and shift thoughts walking paradox
got tall props im know to leaves these mics hot
hopscotch over these beats like they was jagged rocks
make yo song pop from rock bottom straight to the top
never finna stop stay on my grind like a sweatshop

- jesus h macy lyrics

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