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poetik suspekt - let's kick it lyrics

[verse 1: poetik]
can i be the one to break you off, somethin’ fresh somethin’ blessed
capitative mindset baby peep the dialect
i be that ill for the ville type of hamofied rapper
vailima drinkin’, everyday i’m that rapper
spit it for your soul, man, i bet that if you hear it’ll motivate the spirit feel it burnin’ in the lungs
like i just p-ssed the blunt, you see, i’m straight chillin’
poets in the house, came to kick it with the villain
shout out to yo’ town, thats for my town, you see
spread love thats the truth, represent the poly roots
take it back to the first wakas’, the [?] days
before the voyage, and the hustlin’ the coinage
just a young skinny trade bone i remember
duckin’ them crooked cops so i’m broke ’till november
life is like a [?] it goes fast, you gotta watch yo’ back in the ghetto, or that’s your -ss mister postman

[hook: poetik]
man, i been hustlin’ all week now its time for a drink
i’m here to kick it, relax yo’ mind, k!ller at ease
it’s all love in the place to be
the crew and me about to kick it
excuse me if i p-ss the blaze, disregard the cold stare thats my gangsta ways
i be swiggin’ on that h205 and ride, poetik and melodown cousin, feel the vibe lets kick it

[verse 2: poetik]
forgive me, lord, i’m still sinful
rockin’ to this cl-ssic king t instrumental
it kicks me off the streets though if only for a day
pourin’ out liquor where my loved ones lay
i got that [?] kinda murderous intellect
thats the way we came up still ’bout it ’till the death
slow down, what you talkin’ player?
gee, i been rappin’ for a minute still i ain’t sold out, so what you sayin’ player?
oh, i ain’t got that insta game on lock, and facebookin’ with the youtube views and what not
radio won’t even play this sh-t
i’m too gutter so i kicked in the door like i peel the motherf-cker
i ain’t tryna make it in your lane i’m just reppin’
six-eighty-five bet you’ll never disrespect it
and lets wreck it for the record, lets keep it quite clear
the first rapper reppin’ six-eighty-five is right here, let’s kick it

[verse 3: melodownz]
before the natty dreadlocks i had the comb in my afro
coconut cream and [?] yeah i’m that broke
eating afghans on the av, yo
sad to them high school hoes i was an -ssh0l-
played ’em like a banjo, on a bad day, every time that i ran straight
you got a handshake, while i put my syrup on the pancake
i’m that made [?], bringing more flavor than my nan’s [?]
and that’s the one, the b-st-rd son of a, none other, he got a gun you better run, brother
but i be out here, promotin’ the peace
unless you out here, phonin’ police
so thats a no-no, we don’t really need that, put your seat back, and i don’t want your opinion unless its feedback
i dont need your weed to get me high
from the eight-twenty-eight to the six-eighty-five, lets kick it

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