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lars h.u.g. – kysser himlen farvel lyrics

penicillin on wax, the cure for rap
crooklyn dodger number two back on the map
perhaps you thought i was gone, well surprise n-gga
not physically, but i’m a m-ssive figure
al pacino status, the baddest, exotic
repet-tion like a automatic, can’t stop it
high floatin’, po satin’ like c0ke snortin’
when i see a fetus, moms thought about abortin’
important, am i? gotta ask myself
but then i think twice like a gemini
authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
eat foods and fit it
bizarre pa, ain’t it, flow you through like draino
lava, from a volcano
scorchin’, torchin’ the microphone i lost it
poppin’
freddie foxxx with the twin millies
burn a temperillo
aiyo foxxx f-ck these n-ggas
slice ’em up like an ox pop
yeah, okay, it’s time to bring these rap cats from fantasy isle
i bring it to these fake n-ggas with a quick and a smile
you know my style, america’s most feared entertainer
yeah, from new york to cali, i’m called an acid rainer
while you frontin’ like ballin’, son i stays in the mix
same bullets in your burner since ’76
act like you can’t tell, sh-t be live as h-ll
bustin’ so much shots
when my sh-lls hit the ground it sound like “rock the bells”
call me bumpy knuckles ‘cuz my hands be swell
from knockin’ n-ggas out from the lies they tell
oh well, i bet you feel me all up in ya chest
i make the saucest n-gga catch a body blame it on stress
and if he snitch, i bail him out and murder his b-tch
and then sedate her with my four pound clap
sh-t’s only rap but i’m livin’ like that
so when while n-ggas be talkin’ dogs and walkin’ like cats
n-ggas mouths were gettin’ way too fat
but o.c. and big fred oxxx, we bought to bring it back
“let’s go back”
“i’m tellin’ it just like that”
we be money under ground but you can’t get none
‘cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son
we get love where n-ggas be scared to come
and we got a whole lot to give, but you don’t want none
any n-gga play high post, i’m runnin’ over
o.c. weigh tons like a f-ckin’ range rover
(tellin’ n-ggas to they face that the f-ssad is over
now it’s time for this real n-gga sh-t, can you feel this?)
no question, we manifestin’, what we feel
bust up in your session, smack n-ggas up like adolescence
(like a d&d, i can’t see a gang, no motherf-ckin’ body
seein’ me that’s just pure fantasy)
true indeed son, we ain’t the one
while n-ggas goin’ out like that, we bring it on like scarface
(that’s means murder case, i bring highs to any base
disrespect the profession)
mean that real n-ggas on the mic, bringin’ it back
it’s mad potent, like good crack, it’s type addicted
all up in ya mind, you don’t want hard times
we be money under ground but you can’t get none
‘cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son
we get love where n-ggas be scared to come
and we got a whole lot to give, but you don’t want none
what?

- lars h u g lyrics

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