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rap4fame - it don't take einstein lyrics

rap4fame ft. gigan – “it don’t take einstein”
[emcee(s): gigan]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[hook: gigan]
don’t take
a hustler to know a hustler, k!ller to know a k!ller
customer to know a customer—for real, they know we’re realer. on
the nine, find it don’t take einstein to figure out
let me get my skrilla endowed. no doubt, don’t take
a hustler to know a hustler, k!ller to know a k!ller
customer to know a customer—for real, they know we’re realer. on
the nine, find it don’t take einstein to figure out
let me get my skrilla endowed

[verse 1: gigan]
quickly
falling in the gutter, departing on that other
anyone come get it—sh-t, even stalin or my brother
palm gripping rubber, spit it all in your gutter
slice through you blubber like a gemstar through b-tter
hustlers like me don’t see the name. hand scale, the weight
in his face, yo, popping but, sh-t, still need a gram
o-z’s, see your fam, not greyhound but four
fiends blessed, plus it moved beyond peter pan
see, the plan’s a bag of chicken sh-t. since you’re from new york
beyond, where they’re on the thick and sh-t, gas ‘em up so they
flap lips and sh-t ‘bout where the green move fiends, and who
stack chips and sh-t, raise clips at quivers, stripping
sh-t, spread samples out, let ‘em know whose
sh-t this is and that they should stick to this. it’s that
raw sh-t, have you stutter-stepping and drooling. if brothers
talk war, quickly c-ck weapons and school ‘em, tell ‘em:
my treaties ain’t equal—on some biz—and you’ll
feel this desert eagle if you play paul revere, so don’t
tell your people brooklon is here. turn, the waist
stands out like bugsy siegel strapped in war gear

[verse 2: gigan]
before
you go, let me know if you wanna suck some cheddar ‘cause we don’t
know if it’s hot or not, but you’re accustomed to this weather. we could
network, no stress, you’ll be set for work. just meet me
and send shorty over there dressed in a skirt, bloomers
stuffed up. after that, every ave, some of the
chucks on gonna stop through to pick up the math. they’ll get
your pc weekly like a regular gig. that way
the cheddar’s spread equally in one big lump, the kid’s
eyes jumped out, kool-aid smile across his face—still got
to watch him, hope he don’t come across with the snakes
test him first, hit it off with an 8-ball for base, see if
he escape with the work before one tells him to wait
if he do good, f-ck it, we got a new hood to chop
to this rinky-d-nky spot without cops—knock on wood
after that, we up on amtrak, back-and-forth
with shorty in front, me watching her from the back of the cars
she act up? step up and slap your broad
get my tyrannosaurus rex on, attacking the dog
no question. spice it up like chicken szechuan
shanghaiing any n-gga that wanna flex their chrome

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