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smgs - broken city lyrics

[verse 1: juicemega]
yeah
there’s a couple heads trying to bop, rocking my shoes
well, tell them n-ggas to pop cause i ain’t got nothing to lose
but my freedom
life, i don’t need it, cause i ain’t using it
but holla, all my guys is solid
f-ck what the rumor is
nah, the truth is what that isn’t
my bros going through lows, my heights grounded by indecisions
bleeding, this is my heart offered to y’all, listen
third eye clouded, my thoughts haunted by raw visions
and through the scope i got an eyeful
rounds from the rifle sound like -coughing– a cough stifled
transition to the psycho, logically i’m beyond that
but f-ck your lifecycle, cause y’all n-ggas beyond wack
whatever you heard about me, i’m all that
yeah, my reputation precedes me
gaining fame like back in the day when we was spraying graffiti
bombing, it’ll take more than obama to stop us, believe me

[verse 2: darkstar: the last, (juicemega)]
rappers attempt to slander the second one
i’m repping schenectady, 1911 protecting son
smgs will get it done, collecting funds
send lead direct through the center of your chest and lungs
(and the other is number one
running, dead of winter, through the slums
with the heat of the summer sun
the night beacon, see what the light brings
tryna do the right thing, but the rhymes realer than n-ggas might think)
the crew is tight-linked, one for all sh-t
all you b-tches fall to your knees whenever the gaul spit
and i rip the beat, you clowns wish you was me
you can pick me out of a crowd somehow, i move differently
(cause i ain’t like y’all, and i don’t, either
i stand off like guns drawn at high-noon or nightfall
and as the wolves howl, the sheep scatter
smgs, schenec’s greatest team
leaving all you b-st-rds dreams shattered)

[verse 3: darkstar: the last]
most of you frauds all suckers, you not hustlers
drop you like the brockton blockbuster
you get your knot touched up
broken city, only gritties is rolling with me
extended clip so what i’m holding is deep
mcs’ll pretend that they’re spitting dope but it’s weak
never smgs though, we living the code of the street
we got b-tches wet and snitches threatened
tried to tell y’all on immortals, you idiots didn’t listen
we viciously rip em with the powers that be
every enemy eventually goes in the ground a coward deceased
we a pack of wolves surrounded with sheep
you can’t be down cause you ain’t allowed to sound like a clown when you speak
sounds is elite, malk on the beat
the cloud surrounding my crown be the loudest of dies’
and for all you backstabbing, blackballing f-ggots
may you sorryy b-st-rds crash each others’ cars in traffic

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