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reks - jon doe flow lyrics

feat. ea$y money and termanology

(intro)
ea$y money, produced by hazardis soundz
let’s get it

(hook)
most official, my first end post and souls to integree
the f-ck you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard
this, this, run for run, none of y’all f-ckin’ with me
jon doe flow
i jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag
i jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

(verse)
let’s get this sh-t straight, pokin’ out yo chest just like you sit fake
bubble shots line up these rhymers with the switch play
p-ss-es perpetratin’ like they pistoleers
it appears n-gg-s fears is here, flow crystal clear, yeah, buddy
no harlem shake will dub ya just to lug ya
hung you from a bungee king of underground, but not bun b
linger in the gutted town, man who shut us down, thugs around
rollin’ small town, whateva you wanna call it
drama always whateva the mult-tude
wanted to get out of proof(?)
i belong elite status, these rappers average
and the industry’s a m-th-f-ckin’ napkins(?)
footon matrice, spit elastic, zig-zag-ish
not to brag, but i’m sort of a big deal
run b, flip the color outta fonsie
what it’s gon’ be? we can keep it coucon, collect and get the reks
with respect, or get the beats, n-gg-, foamin’ out yo neck

(verse: ea$y money)
this is not that forbidden fruit kendric and cole sh-t
this is kill everybody, kendric control sh-t
i mean spit ferocious, put me on the track
it’s f-ck friendship, ya know this, i’m killin’ you all
i body bag cats when i jump in the booth
my soldiers all aligned in the front and we shoot
when i spit a verse i’mma make a n-gg- fear like
i dumped in his roof and he slump in his coupe
it’s ball barz, you don’ swim in common sense
now n-gg-s tryna battle with accomplishments
this cat was raised back in the days when he used to rap a maze
now they tryna get by cause of they accolades
that sh-t is corney, hommie, that’s a fact
picture j comin’ at nas with a status fact
? with a platinum plat
they done told ’em that sh-t whack, take that sh-t back, my n-gg-

(verse: termanology)
you wanna play games? likin’ -ss-ssinations in my pay grade
i got goons barely outta 8th grade, a sp-ce trade
run up in yo spot, put acid on yo baby crib
make yo grandmother gimme head while we take a sh-t
pull in your hard truck, run up to yo kid’s school
take the whole cl-ss, throw ’em in a p-ss pool
f-ck the world, i’ll become a drowse on yo f-ckin’ house
shattered the earth to pieces, my dawgs off the leashes
cut a war with these rappers, cause they the f-ckin’ weakest
up in the best camp seekers with all of my releases
ain’t a m-th-f-ckin’ thing change, buddy i treat every match
like a by thing rain, sonny i’m a king
you a peasant make yo b-tch slave for me
make her tie my name on her
p-ss on your grave for me, you a lame to me
have my crusader of flame for me
they ain’t playn, they’ll throw you in the back of the range for me
i’m a mastermind, you betta respect my war strategy
kidnappin’ ’em, bin ladden with bomb strapped to me
actually, they substractin’ me cause they ain’t no match for me
incredible hulk, destroyin’ anybody p-ssin’ me
f-ck a innocent bystander, we fire hammers
book rabbits that flier, we take bodies for ransom
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck rats, take off the mask
i’ll body you in real life, zip ’em up, body bag

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