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moltisanti - sweet chin music pt. 1 - 90's baby lyrics

hook: [moltisanti]
wake up, roll up, medi-tate/
made a k!lling beat the case/
chase the bag tryna fill up the safe/
wake up, roll up, medi-tate/
tryna get to the cash/
f-ck the feelings rather catch me a break/

chorus: [moltisanti]
25, still alive/
dark shades, future bright/
puff p-ss (the gas), red eyes/
what they choking on? humble pie/

verse 1: [moltisanti]
we be cooking no stove/
only dope when i quote/
biggest fear being broke/
so much flow i need a boat/
on the mic i never choke/
turning beats into ghosts/
cause of death be my notes/
murder all that b-tch wrote/
got a rapper on a ropes/
puff a blunt and say toast/
moltisanti on the track/
every beat getting whacked/
yeah i’m smoking on loud, exclamation, caps/
blunts long like giraffe/
strong like an all black/
one spliff when i wake
keep the devil on his back/
no time to relax/
in the jungle gotta adapt/
what happened to rap can you riddle me that/
who cares for bars its all about stats/
what happened to rap can you riddle me that/
adolescent faces covered in tats/
i.g rants toting on gats
but ain’t dropping facts/
matter of fact, i’m sick of all that/
i’ll just keep running laps round all of you cats/
like aaron rodgers how i stay with the pack/

chorus: [moltisanti]
25, still alive/
dark shades, future bright/
puff p-ss (the gas), red eyes/
what they choking on? humble pie/

triple h: we don’t know what controversy is
shawn michaels: what do you mean we don’t know controversy?!
triple h: no, that’s what you said..
shawn michaels: i don’t believe this man! hey, hey buddy, what’s your name?
(stan)

beat change
[verse 1 :miscellaneous]
contemplate if you try me, i be the era of the 90’s/
might just mic script cause i spit, hyping the peers right behind me/
you’d bet few were prepped to play russian roullete with a feature/
seize the lead, unleash the beat seek to reach deep with heat-seekers/
huh, no compet-tion, ain’t seated at common ground/
believe it i ask whose keeping it heated and not a sound/
even heathens, they fell beneath him the reason can’t calm him down/
these ingenious flows in the frequent, marks the end of your morale/
i script this cursive, grip the surface, this turf is accomplished/
and every verse is murderous, spit without an accomplice/
and every factions, matter fact is fabricated with sanctions/
i drop a track and it’s traction knocks you off of your axis/
and when i think about my life today/
guaranteed identify me by my license plate/
i’m scripting like this on my rise to grace/
and hope that y’all remember me, for my lightening pace/

- moltisanti lyrics

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