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mc eddie - juice lyrics

[verse 1: eddie]

rebel on the beat, renegade on the verse
so the energy goes gatorade on this turf
if it comes to a beef, i’ll let it stew
coffin+maker, like i deal in he+rs+s
been a rappers’ rapper, what the mcs study
strive for passion and i fancy money
local at social, i’ve been going loco
i am the one, word to denzel curry
topping academies, toppling the fallacies
take away your life, spit aether, i’m malekith
activist, work in the ground reality
so to the system, i’m the terror of anarchy
this sh+t is hazardous, ain’t no playing with it
defense is acidic, abvp
watch the manners
tell events before they happen, like nostradamus, (get my money)
tossed ‘nades, brows raised, crowd’s looking at the pins bruh
as i hold em up high, up in the sky, with the rings in both of my fingers
smoked the roaches, so they bitter
not in sink/sync, f+ck the filters
laymen’s terms, i’m either gassing or ashing you
so radioactive, see me and they imagine dragons, dude
spit like a cannon loose, i’m a gunner, like i’ve been supporting +rs+nal
see these guns as i’m tottin’ em/tottenham, shred you to particles
everyday hustle, it’s the reality, not the tv show
but check the videos when it broadcasts, man, we’re creating more

[hook: eddie & jus’rice]

i got the juice, that forbidden fruit, she curious about it
put you on mute, the moment of truth, they waiting upon it
this ain’t a trade, i’m here for the loot, this land is exotic
i got the juice [2x]

[verse 2: jus’rice]

nowadays, every dude is a criminal g, sipping on lean, or either f+ckin’ trippin’ on pills
keepin’ it real with motherf+cking minimal sk!lls
pitiful wimps, such a f+g that your melanins pink, ha!!
sick off these f+ckin rip+offs
can’t hip+hop, wannabe drake, russ, rick ross
f+cking fool lacking fuel to liftoff
f+cking tool, i’m a mix of cube n jigsaw
spit elixir
i live 4k, you pixel
f+ckin benzo, you rickshaw
k!ller flow got yo hoe wet like liplock
she getting low, gimme dome till my f+cking d+ck soft
this that rap shiksha, i’m the sensei
representing a small percentage
emcees whose pen game, caliente
the endgame, yo pen game, no comprende
sun tzu in the sheets, i go gung ho
dumb hoes love the meat, make em numb yo
down to pound em till the motherf+ckin bed’s sore
murder the p+ssy and drop a f+ckin red rose
got that calm composure, like a stoner, yeah, lit persona, none can get colder
flow sick, corona, sting like ammonia
flip like a folder, no…motorola
take yo b+tch and bone her
leave her with a f+cking pearl necklace, vicky donor

[outro]
rebel 7
mc eddie
jus’rice

i got the juice
i got the juice

- mc eddie lyrics

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