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st. lunatics - st. lunatics lyrics

[verse 1: ali]
peace sun, what’s today’s mathematics god?
or is the boy having love, ass been a lot
jr. earth eighty+five, y’all could run that
she free the sodium nitrate, i wouldn’t done that
spring water, fresh fruit, truth in each line
fact based only closed, make a peace sign
free the dumb+dumb, only free through the mind
would i blow one, you want two so you can three to nine
take this nine out to god, you’re not a bar star
knowledge, cypher, culture comin’ out my chest like breadfall
i’m the best, my boricua call me jesus
jumped off the cross, man, it’s f+ck with my tray loose
where them rumors at?; yo, they did me wrong, fam
they put nails in my feet like the right man
they did him dirty, man, they did me wrong
call up the truck and tell ’em that it’s on

[verse 2: kyjuan]
somebody call murph, tell ’em it’s time to put in work
cats claiming turfs while i’m taking over the universe
first step starts with earth, you bring the wine
i bring the purp’, i’ll swing first, the lunatics’ll make it hurt
disrespect might get you hurt and i don’t talk tough
got talk with a bitter verse, you tough guys are the worst
they so real thin like a chuck taylor converse
heart at the crib, you ain’t see me tryna con+verse
you need to throw your whole entire life in reverse
start all over, go home and rehe+rs+ (rehe+rs+?)
sh+t, i’m sick enough to need a nurse
now you wanna battle me, right? (ok, go for it)
[verse 3: city spud]
look, city like
f+ck y’all, i don’t really care what you screaming out
love me, hate me, still, i’m what you dream about
seven+sixty beamer n+ggas is sick when i bring it out
four pound to the drowned n+ggas when the screaming out
but, y’all ain’t feeling me ’cause the greed, hate and envy
so my n+ggas tell me that i gotta move carefully
even n+ggas k!llin’ me, frontin’ like they defending me
like blood is thicker than anything, but water’s more clearer
so, every day i wake up, man, i’m staring in the mirror
i’m just trying to get my cake up, homie, death is getting nearer
but they try and block my b+tt like it was hockey
i’ma give ’em blues, see, them dudes can’t stop me
still, they try and up me, bump me, even jump me
all because the yellow stones on me so chunky
well, maybe it’s the seven forty five on parelli’s
and them real twenty+sixes, got me f+cking y’all b+tches
i move too smooth, dudes i can’t loose
i’m proved it to you silly n+ggas nearly at times
look, i got cars, got dough, got shot at, got low
got caught shootin’ back, got time, did that
came back with a better mindframe and a better dime dame
iced up the sleeve and put more karats in the chain
there’s nothing you can do to me to make my mind change
plus, the fact that i’m thirty, i’m stuck in my ways
f+ckin’ with derrty, you’ll get stuck with the cage
we clock n+ggas, wrap ’em up and tuck ’em away
i’m the man, homie, i deserve the crown
i stroll the city and i locks it down
he could pop the white, he could pop the brown
if you can pop the sh+t then we could pop the pounds
i’m so street that i’m the white lines in me
n+gga, i flood the hood, read the pipelines in it
[verse 4: nelly]
i’m still ragged and derrty, shafty and crafty and shady
i keep on f+cking 3+8+0 in case these punks wanna play me
they hear me yappin’ ’cause they got it
i got it and they got nada, they hot but mine is hotter
they problem that mine is prada, i’m bel air and you ramada
i’m lamborghini, you honda, i’m hamptons
mansions and yachtas, i’m mace and spade and moscata
do i end in the bahamas with models that like menages
like keisha, teishas and toshas
she made those sneakers and sashes
felicia, lisa, lil’ shawnna, sisters
aunties and mamas and teachers, lawyers
and doctors and coppers, papas and whoppers
you little league, i’m the dodgers
you high school and i’m the college
you eighty+five, i’m the knowledge
you paying and i’m the homage

[verse 5: murphy lee]
now what it is, money got, i’m in the spot to get it jumpin’
i keep it coming ’cause this is real hip+hop
don’t call me derrty for nothing, ’cause where we from
we run it, we did it, done it and rep real hip+hop
and now i’m two steps ahead of ya, murph
diamonds and regular, my woman could count
it got more numbers than my cellular
yeah, i’m the mayor of st. louis player of the year
my life study, my fans like the dert’, murph
the one that call the baby, even though, i drive an old+ass car
nine years still a brand new star, got a
h+ll of a swagger, a sociable personality
i don’t have a religion, i only deal in reality
murph run on batteries, energize a bunny ain’t sh+t
flow sk!lls auto+ma+tic and i’m also a ‘tic
with a legal license to spit it, so when i spit it
don’t be surprised that murphy lee ripped it, b+tch

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