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saul trow showreel - verses lyrics

[verse 1]
i hit ‘em like a young king kong, put ‘em in the trunk
twelve by twelves, explodin’ on punks
throw ‘em in the dump, corrodin’ on chumps
(n-gga) what
i got the chemistry, yeah i make moves active
who got the remedy, don’t know sh-t’s drastic
but times have changed, the beast is use to that
hip-hop strings, uk ain’t new to that
got clevva by my side, uk rap stride
chop ‘em off, throw ‘em out, hip-hop lied
i’m something like hulk (yeah)
i did it my way, on the highway, drawin’ blueprints too
draw a motherf-cker through, k!llin’ you is how we do
yeah, so peep out the m-n-script
listen close an’ i’ll show you how to make you a hit
they show clips of the legendary times i spit

[verse 2]
you ain’t done the sh-t i done
you ain’t seen the sh-t i seen
you ain’t smoked the same green
you ain’t sipped the same lean
you know i’m never ridin’ clean
i got the dope in magazines
you can say i’m riding dirty but i keep my sh-t pristine
and so it seems, that i’m bustin’ out the seams
from the cash that i get for puttin’ weight on triple beams
an’ in my dreams, i see murder scenes an’ c0ke fiends
so when i’m awake, i survive by any means
yo i’m comin’ out of the grove
i speak slow so y’all can really know
how i run sh-t, pro-sick, flo-ride, chrome i be buzzin’ on patrol
leave a hater in the dust, he can die, all alone
watchin’ i f-ck, i’ma take the manners to the streets packin’
heat, ridin’ through in a jeep, fully loaded while i speak
even though i ain’t the richest, i’m the sickest most prestigious
get it done an’ f-ck my b-tches, leavin’ snitches in the ditches
call me h-ll of a motherf-ckin’ g’, i be
so fly on the rise this is the story of my life
in the booth, full pursuit of the loot, i chung through
in my subaru, coop, gettin’ high sippin’ gin & juice

[verse 3]
riders on a mission, sit the f-ck down, listen
let me spit an’ rip sh-t to bits, like hollow tips
from the .45 clip, cl!ck clack an’ i’m back
with the tracks an’ the mac, the beast, where the cash at
money we be burnin’ an’ the b-tches they be squirmin’
yurna-furt with the person, this is burnin, i’m the sergeant
of this motherf-ckin’ rap game, propane in the brain
it would be a d-mn shame if someone stepped to call me lame
i’d have to take them down my lain, an’ but a bullet in they brain
clean, in the mean green all up in the scene
inhale hard to breath, exhale with the fiends
take a look at me, big-ups cpt, bein’ me, i could be
more than you could ever dream, some say that i’m incredible
the general, dependable, i always bring the best don’t test
on my level, won’t settle, gonna push it to the peddle

[beat – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haq37z33mdk]

- saul trow showreel lyrics

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