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stro - 5 fingers of death freestyle (sway in the morning) lyrics

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my vision got me far and d-mn it, if it go the way i plan it i’ll be sharing sp-ce with stars, cop cars that make them exercise face muscles, antagonize those that told me stay humble, just give me the mic and yo i got em, the top ain’t fun and that’s from a dude who really started from the bottom, yo don’t put me in no top ten list with suckas who probably say struggle with a lisp, this living legend is legitimate, keeping it locked like suitcases bankers better know just who they dealing with, the money maker and dough taker, keep my sp-ce from goof’s cause i don’t endorse fakers, the microphone violator laugh now buy later, and bow down to the one that rhymes greater, the perfecter dissector, check collector schooling your average mc’s with the best records, i just let em promote what i taught em, scorching better will appear with dry water, no time soon and i’m taxing, so fly i might never land same zip code as michael jackson, hitting them up with the swiftness, who the smoothest point em out cause my styles cross rifting, oh my god, oh my god, when they come in they try to hold us like curtain rods, and still i got the g funk for your stereo, young cat but you hear me flow like kinerio, bury your favorite mc’s with less effort, master grip like tech deckers, you talking fresh imma step down, cause my definition of fresh is the one who pops was around, and he seen murders, i was broke with high hopes, haters heard i’m up next and they praying that i choke, i’m in the game with some bluffers undercovers, i never love em cause they suckas, that’s my word dj’s, artists,skurt producers, yo just everybody skurt, to promote the real that’s my purpose, and pictures with bigger figures lurking, i know you rappers hurting, cause of the way i be kicking the funky flows, i ball like beysta strike a pose, they like he young but his spirit is old, it’s cause i been here in spirit and soul, since marky was picking his nose, i got boogers bigger than your whole figure, new jiggy but he kick it like the old jigga, three much never too much, haters better keep up so hard even when the beats up, you better back up but just prepare for the bomb, i’m going off and when i go off its on, its the one two checker, take it back to the max , you got no choice but to respect the better, beta hater then north with his rhyme flow, fake mc’s couldn’t grow with no masonto, good gosh he got the wickedest swiftness, they bust shots when i walk forget ballistics, my chicks is raunchy we don’t rock givency, armani they take too much of our money, his dough ain’t intact, but the style be the rasputia and precious mad fat, i keep it mad black everywhere, never coonin but you got a hollywood star in congo square, i mastered this, kicking every lyric with the different rhythm, young and black ain’t tryna see the system that’s astigmatism, i drop the signings i’m implying, i be frankenstein and track for racks and racks, i don’t give a d-mn as i step to the stand who the man, smoking like pot but you the pan, no pen as i recite this thesis, on how to grab the microphone and straight rock the crowd, i’m one of the best flex but leave birds in the nest, i made em wake up they still sleeping on the west, i keep extra flows for those that suppose daycare, expose and leave the stro on o, don’t get twisted i’m not a slacker, make you call for back up, don’t touch the cd rom he the bomb better back up, i k!ll it as subliminal to those that, try to compare cats that don’t come near, i got the flare when i’m in the booth poof, to all you rappers think you sharper than master, i sun do run through stacks in a bundle, coo-com collective but never ever humble, hey you whats that sound, everybody look whats going down, you better run the tele on cause i’m at the door, he wild like jersey sh0r-, with flows good lord, ain’t down with radio no more oh no, the hardest thing bumping be the acne promo’s, got underground tapes by the boatload, you get poppa your boy gotta boycott ya, keep a couple rugged lyrics just to get on they nerves, paralyze paragraphs with theses powerful words, paraplegic my joints is hip you below that, he snap on beats like kodak you know that, with no words i master sound like bozack, but i could tell you that these rappers is -ss stro back, you want more rhymes show me dollar signs word

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