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m.v.l.l. - let live and let die lyrics

m.v.l.l. (ft. cron hypnostein, a.b., and ces) – “let live and let die”
[emcee(s): cron hypnostein, a.b., and ces]
[producer(s): will tell]

[verse 1: cron hypnostein]
distance goes beyond kilometers, temperatures
boil you and [?] thermometers [?]
speedometers, get to party like [?]
or play like a drama, freeze the intensive care. now we’re
the drama, lyrical rhyme shiner. we puff the lye
high off the ganja, astonish ya as i’m bombing ya
with these deadly, poisonous paragraphs. you couldn’t
follow my raps if i left maps and put you on track
styles bizarre, still unknown. diseases
form smaller than chromosomes [?]
and tear through ozones. my immeasurable metaphors
can’t be cloned, and just one rhyme guaranteed to make
you foam

[bridge 1: a.b. and cron hypnostein]
[a.b.]
feel ill rotations, then whirlwinds
and tyclones
[cron hypnostein]
track beats so hard, yo, i’ll race this through
your telephone [?]. drums get beat until they’re blown
[a.b.]
cellular phones stay blown. i’m aggravated, so i grab
the chrome. walk up in your home and blow a hole up in your dome
[cron hypnostein]
prepare for our landing, so i’m packing styrofoam
what was vacant—see this—now we own
[a.b.]
by the m-v-double-l
verbal lyrical lunatics has shown how bones

[verse 2: a.b.]
become dust. even if your raps were stone, i will
still crush. it’s a must. discuss the issue
we come in pairs like heat-seeking missiles. don’t try to end
it off like [?] through dismissal. my clique is not
made up of many individuals. to hear this sh-t
i’m saying, bring it back and check the syllables. don’t break my rituals
blunts in cyphers make it suitable for you to live
what? (yo) ha (yo, yo)

[hook 1: all] (x4)
let live and let die. all we want
to do is stay high, puff the lye, p-ss the lye

[verse 3: cron hypnostein]
i plan to do this sh-t for yonders. give me
a “[?]” if you ponder what i ponder
don’t try to bond the lyrics i possess
with the lyrics you manifest to make you seem
at your best when you’re less worthy
your rhymes bore me, the crowd’s snoring
why you kick it (what?) if you’re not wicked? (huh)
shock shifted. feeling drifted. my mental-
-ity has lifted. peep the god, giving-gift kid
can you dig this? i know you’re gonna
miss this. i got your -ss twisted
from a distance. for instance, p-ssing on
citizens for christmas. on new year’s, we’re
flipping. got your -ss dipping
and diving, slipping and sliding
corrupting-minded got you blinded. now you’re hiding
i found the weakness in your spine. may i shatter?
but still shine poisonous bites in every line
my mind follows time, commit forbidden crimes
number one approaching: hypnostein
it’s best you not get out of line. suggest not intertwine
you might get hypnotized and paralyzed
[?], i demand all your property
and land, one hundred grand, and your personal stash
of hashies. go get the dutchies. don’t
forget the munchies. now living lovely
f-ck the bubbly. give me the dunk and chunky
don’t want no skunk weed. i give bumps that bleed

[verse 4: a.b.]
ayyo, face dropping on ‘em. walking with the screwface
and stomping on ‘em. want new taste on new plates?
you’re chomping on ‘em. i beg your pardon. you
carbon copies try to mop me ‘cause you’re starvon’
like marvon. p-ssy emcees give me
a hard-on. don’t care about what video you starred on
‘cause, on the boulevard, i’ll pull your card, so keep your guard on
wreck shop like a car bomb, blowing up like
[?]. too far gone to return to
the scene of the crime. the skeme’ll get signed. you dream to get mine
you’re fiending to rhyme. [?] top-notch
f-cking with h as i bust your snotbox. for mad props
i showstop and hold hot. big up to william tell, to block
i build a dollar bill. n-ggas be jacking with
no sk!lls, fronting with no ill. f-cking with
a chicken? chill. you’ll get k!lled before me
i’ll crack your shin—it’s mandatory. n-ggas is timid
like vivian’s kid. you bore me. you’ll get your arm torchy
like pennywise, you told many lies, so if any try
to criticize, i’ll cut ‘em off like circ-mcise. my words are wise
so my thoughts you try to burglarize. you thought you was
a k!ller, but the murdered died—it’s suicide
the way emcees get brutalized [?]
boom bye!

[hook 1: all] (x4)
let live and let die. all we want
to do is stay high, puff the lye, p-ss the lye

[hook 2: ces] (x3)
m-to-the-v, god. double-l
when you see me in the street, god, i roll it up
m-to-the-v, god. double-l
when you see me in the street, god, i throw it up

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