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poops - da shit lyrics

p–ps – “da sh-t”
[emcee(s): p–ps]
[producer(s): fboom]
[scratches: fboom]

[verse 1: p–ps]
paragraphs are involved in many proven
murders, so this’ll be built on all those i k!lled
a protective shield, some barriers become more
intense, some becoming the security of a stronger
offense. strangers are now victims, the mind
detects, rough–ss earths move false ground
but, yet, i still conquer with sounds. once
the hot winds of h-ll blew, there’s nothing no one could tell you
i got crazy, mad rhymes so you’ll
probably see this page on the top floors of bellevue
torched l’s fell through. you should have tooken architec-
-ture studies—then you’ll learn who can build the skyscr-per
on a foundation of putty. some see
from me different aspects. i clash, connect, i
smash, wreck, i crash, yes. there ain’t no wrecking crew
that reached my cl-ss yet. i manifest music
then digest instruments with this sh-t
this sh-t right here

[hook: sample with scratches by fboom]
“what is this sh-t?” – sample from outloud on blahzay blahzay – “danger” (x3)

[verse 2: p–ps]
facts arranged into strange grips, insane sh-t
entertainment of a different form. no nine
months of labor, this data is, in an instant, born
a seed of a more intelligent species
watch souls we weave as an immortal design, never fine
as is human greed. keeping my written
hits always persistent—even when i thought of my
first lyric, my mental capacity boundary lines
weren’t restrictive, so, in that instance, i kept
a distance from being an amateur to a veteran
with more experience. lyrics are physics
styles from the vials exit out the mouth of the -n-l
c-n-l to drop this sh-t
this

[hook: sample with scratches by fboom]
“what is this sh-t?” – sample from outloud on blahzay blahzay – “danger” (x3)

[verse 3: p–ps]
many years ago, you’d hear the flow
inside of a rough rap. consequences of death
but once played through stereo sets, your whole persona was
“f-ck that.” it was some sh-t that made the young flip
when they knew what rapper was going to flow on that rhyth-
-matic drum kick, no regrets, complaints. you wasn’t
content ‘cause you gained from it. that’s right
my lab mice. from all the paid hate that i will
concentrate with rhythm then state heavy. i wouldn’t
know—there ain’t an instrument of scale that could measure
its flow weight, so just hush and stand back, keep
a distance ‘cause the stench’s mixes of decom-
-poser aroma and the funky odor that arose from
this sh-t. this sh-t right here

[hook: sample with scratches by fboom]
“what is this sh-t?” – sample from outloud on blahzay blahzay – “danger” (x6)
“what is this sh-t? rappers want to blossom” – sample from outloud on blahzay blahzay – “danger” (x8)

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