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shadez of brooklyn - calm unda pressure lyrics

[rambo]

one bad black kid
who never had jack sh-t
i always got my -ss kicked
for wetting the mattress
sound of the time
war, drugs and crime
crab n-ggas on prime time
?get lazy boy recline?
intruders in made?
get played like spades
rat-at-at, doing sprays
bring the pain, close range
got props son, get down like doc from young guns
represent brooklyn with my magnum trunk
stay dip, abandon ship, i say ay-ay skip
4-5th to rob a clip enough c0ke to split
tommy hill, ice grill, then starin’ down the cannon
racketeerin’ mac-11
play em out like ?sean deleran?
i’m in the top 10 of the wanted men
wanted, dead or alive you gotta k!ll me then
41 thousand feet you plunge to your death
90 billion million miles dark side get wrecked

[black tee]
milky, like b-tter toast cookies
i binge your style just like a rookie
i go them shades ?by the one odds? without a bookie
now you try to raise the stakes
i roll escape with blind dates
while they feed me f-ckin’ grapes
lyrical madness, ill like lenny kravitz
ya n-ggas know my status
hit ya chest like a f-ckin’ chalice
my mind is mixed up, corrupt, now what the f-ck
compet-tion step up and press ???
by this man the uncle sam guerrilla warfare
you say i don’t care
cuz the way i’m fighting without f-ckin’ fear
i carries a knife plus i’m livin’ trife
i leave you ??st-tchin while 50 was bet on my own life??

[mixed x8]
always calm under pressure
no need to act ill

[reverend al]
where’s your senses?
when you f-ckin with the chemist wrong
this is inhumane, got you jumpin over fences
it ain’t no consequence
who you tryna convince?
your result, trying to insult my intelligence
??thinkin’ something was sweet??
you know that i’ll never be
but you know what my ?flow do?
cuz talkin is cheap
like dominican princess, smuggling immigrants
using my innocence to escape with embezzlements
leaving no evidence on ?????? kid
lyricist terrorist laying up on your premises
now wait a minute, dig it
time times the digit
i hold the biscuit
this better b-tter to this mixture
my scriptures vary word play
vision of an x-ray
copy cats is spotted they get chopped like a sensei
smokin’ herbs with the indians by the totem pole
i was told to go out and blast off for my treasure throne

[mixed]
always calm under pressure
no need to act ill

- shadez of brooklyn lyrics

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