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malick mcfly - nah dis ain't da remix lyrics

motherf-ck xanned out, n-gg- i am zenned out
probably the best out‚ ever since the day my mama had me and then checked out
the hospital i been on my fabio with my chest out‚ a n-gg- living blessed now
this no hooks‚ this no punches, man im straight going in
the rage that i been holding in
a prison couldn’t hold me in
a casket couldn’t hold the kid
so you don’t gotta wish that, nor risk that‚ i flipped that
sample now i’m cooling like the kick back
no judases nor brutuses i put ends to that foolishness
too legit to move with them mcfleezy stay maneuvering
yea, your flow is sick but i’m like insulin or ritalin
young prescription i ain’t rappin’ for the sake of riddling
in the kitchen whippin’ for the feeling of elysium
rest in peace to trevor man i dedicate this sh-t to him
one heavenly soul but the reaper indiscriminate
whenever i meet him only one of us gon’ live again
cause i’m coming from the trenches and i’m strapped with armageddon
and my birth name is malick but my street name lethal weapon
cause i hit them with the beat, then i hit them with the rapping
first these n-gg-s turned deceased‚ then they flowing down the rapids
i’m not talking bout ravines, i make tsunamis with these records
and i’m jumping out the water like my feet is ambidextrous
searching for that recognition in between the dead and living
call that the phantom zone but i call it that effervescence
feel the essence of the upper echelon b-tch i swear to god
that you gon’ worship my black -ss if you do not worship yah
medulla oblongata don dada top shotta
heart throbbing motherf-cker but i’m posted with the guala, uh
who the f-ck is stopping us i’m a rapping juggernaut
juugin n-gg-s for they spot, real ones feel a n-gg-s plot
plus half of these folks is frauds, align themselves with the law
please help out them n-gg-s lord or they gon’ answer to the god
because i’m on a mission to protect my land
young musashi contemplating the master plan
my supporters are villagers they is more than fans
you try to gentrify this sh-t we touch you without hands
i’m talking “disappearing acts” maybe houdini
yea i’m skating on this track, i’m baby beasley
baker 3 sh-t d-mn the grind is ceaseless
i write on flat planes but the rap is 3d
young mcfleezy, swear that y’all can’t see me
speaking of sight i really see no ceilings
on the way to the top of the peach tree
and its lonely at these heights but i’m eating
i’m james trotter towards the fruits of my labor
i bring the pain like my first name was major
malick the master like i play with the fader
call me the pastor cause these raps is my prayers

- malick mcfly lyrics

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