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ryler smith - blow the spot lyrics

[verse 1:]
the grand celebration
we the nation
peace pure prosperity in recreation
a shouts to my jamaican gals
all the ladies singin hoooow
stupid styles i bring back
from the child days
bumping sade in the a6
on the highway, late six in the morn
yo it’s on
my people rolling with me in the storm
ain’t f-cking with any those wrong types
with false hype
that’s all
it’s salty in the mix of cabinets
sl!ck evolving, solving mathematics
make me evolve
with just a bit madness
it’s eye or miss
the scientist with hieroglyphs
with higher glimpse
who write that busy sh-t to light a spliff to
how i
blow the spot
come with the art
no prop, it gets heated
when the instrumental drop
i shock
it’s the renegade runner rapper cremator
anti-whack relator
sh-t that make you act out track creator

[hook]

[verse 2:]
(hoooooo)
all the people get down
with us when the jig is up
a pound of some pretty stuff
i do not get enough
i love the rough
so if you f-ckin with it
just shake yo -ss or come roll one up
we up this instance
i brought the proper flava
so i could drop my sh-t
and do my thang and pop the tape up
i caught the flame
i orchestrate, a smooth operator
and if you really love it
(d-mn right)
you gon pay up
now wake up
we ain’t wasting time on the race for time
mz told me not to pace my prime
i stay the kind of young brash n-gga
with a slight att-tude
bringing all this funky ish for you
we blow the spot
it’s solely hot
leave a crater on your venue spot
coming up
like smoke from heavy pot
it’s the heavily armed incinerator
who heat it up with a flamer
and mix it up like a shaker

[hook]

[verse 3:]
ruggedness i got so much
my posse stock whole brunch
we bubble up then
blow the set like shogunz
i bubble up like soda
bust my pen right out the border
i go hard
d-mn right
get it till we older
they f-cks with it, the public yellin hoooo
at various venues i bring the funk and echo though
this is ain’t no simple minded music
for the stupid blinded
we align samples with vocals
that keep the iller vibrant
shouts to relear types of people
who don’t feel no hype when
various mediocre rappers act for liking
we swiping. left
who sets the rest in deep depression?
sheist freaks
who idolize a whack east impression

[hook]

- ryler smith lyrics

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