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semi six - pt.0 lyrics

emile vincent

no longer can i keep it to myself the simple things are all we need like marvin g-ye and tammi sing/ the barrels ringing make the situation complicated not to dominate it but the timing f-ckin’ critical see/ we live up under the d/ them n-gg-s shutting off the water in sinks/ the block is the college the heckler koch’s be spreading knowledge/ my desire talk my sh-t and make my people proud/ and at this very moment see it clearly as i’m rolling loud/ need to slow it down/ daily stresses bring the demons out/ n-gg-s chasing clout but won’t do sh-t when fist connect to mouth/ we got the bounce/ but giving us acknowledgement would have to mean that you admit/ that like hammer i’m too legit/ potent pen wit the hock and spit/ baby get on my lap and jump on it after you suck and sh-t references just to show you i’m funky and f-cking over this/ who got the heat/ detroit out to tahiti/ flow b-tter the land of something/ from nothing’s/ humble rumblings/ you not touching/ i hit the function rock the ship collect my grip before i dip/ while you leaning promethazine’n/ what’s the meaning/ you fiend for that and me i l-sting for greening/ not just to stack it but for greener pastures/ so not a amateur (uh) with the stamina/

semi six
uh
i’m tryna stack some dollars
i’m not the average rhymer these rappers are cannon fodder
i don’t need a mic just a sight of the beach at night
elitist life
not the adidas type
meaning like
i’ll take a few checks if the cheese is right
if the cheese is light increase the price
or get ya shine box i need my sneakers wiped
these ain’t the letters that aaliyah would write
can’t see me wit a mic you a comedian right?
stand up when head honchos rap
my black ralph lauren poncho flap
gluteus maximus get bongo slapped
protect the stronghold
knock the apple off ya head with a longbow in a swamp down in the congo
near some water where swan float
this ain’t a console
fat peaches get long-stroked
on my wrist is where the sauce go
uh
don juan demarko
in park talkin on the car phone
every bar a star et point at to talk on
watch how you talk homes
i’ll call you out like garçon
i need somethin dark from the bar
i got a parched throat

f-ck the black and white i’m peac-cking
your release ain’t what the g’s knockin
you need four different cheese toppings
keep silent
stop tryna release content
uh
lord willin i repeat
and keep grindin
do the least meat slobbin
cease comments on what my meat slide in
i’m cheek m-ssagin
hold the beat for hostage
ya feet excretin toxins
it’s stink n rotten
you out here lookin like rodman
its not the option i put my stock in
ralph lauren rugby with the color blockin
cut the nonsense
you on my nuts with ya husband watchin
im in the truck b-mpin bronson
f-ck ya squadron
dump the thompson til you unresponsive
ya catalogue is under posthumous

these fake -ss n-gg-s i’m cuttin ties with

i’m the best its no other way to describe it

capital ss

now watch a n-gg- slide on the track like tom cruise in risky business
everything i spoke gold like mustang in menace
the verses’ll get ya lifted, i’m floating with every sentence
i own greatness and rent it, ya speakers are just tenants

i mean….like, who else got this kinda glow?
…you want the beat to jump i’ll make it yell geronimo
now watch me give my checks, more sp-ces where the commas go
…..til every trip to the bank appear comical

haha haaaaa haaaaaa, as i, shoot for the stars
even if i miss i bet i land in cadillac cars
…with a pen that leave the page with battle axe scars
…and women in front row tryna catapult drawls

…but if i really make it tell em make my rari mango
diamonds in the chain glow blue as the suit on django
…..how the top not gonna be the spot that i aim for?
…when the flow the final destination of a rainbow

if you don’t like dope sh-t, then what the f-ck you came fo?
record a few verses back to back, yeah i chain smoke

..choke the mic rapping, on some trell spree sh-t
but sound so dope, i bet it like it on some freak sh-t
thought you was running sh-t, but really was a flea flick
you n-gg-s can’t view me but if you could it’d be scenic

the illest with the words, i feel like i won a spelling bee
.. least that’s what the mirror on the wall, keep on telling me
i know i got wings, i’m just tryna get my celery
and do it for my dogs that proved to me that they were pedigree

double s’s caps locked, the track got the jackpot
you wanna fill my shoes you need the same feet that shaq got
or sasquatch..or you need dogs bigger than sandlot
and even if you did, you gotta lift em off the black top, i’m out

- semi six lyrics

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