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the goons (hip hop) - strike 1 lyrics

strike 1 lyrics

[verse 1: madman]
yo when i strike uno, y’all take two, play casinos
you a stick man, not a shooter, stick to keno
when your snakes eyes double x’s you take l’s, chino
you ain’t got heat to even shoot second like greedo
how i know? i wrote the script, like tarantino
you feel the heat like i’m shooting al pacino
y’all don’t flea po, selling weed is your wet dream
see me on your screen, you twitch, tourette streams
cuz my rhymes scary like seeing aunt betsy
rhymes sharp enough to get ya going, my pen’s epi
rhymes so dope, hits so high like i sold dopе
you against me ain’t star wars, there’s no hopе
just crisis, my flows aren’t washed, they move tides
rhymes out of this world when i’m on mics
rhymes so alien they gonna call ice
t, og mc md is alright
more than, i’m all that, like amanda bynes
my canon hits like nic’s, addiction ends lives
they’re all like “him nice”, but it’s not quite
i’m an unfound drug to you, so minus i
but i won’t minus i, cuz my squad is homicide
i bomb, you die, no kamikaze
f+ck those cops, i’m king, rest in peace rodney
y’all can be goats, and have shepard’s, i’m the god g
[verse 2: monster brews]
yo f+ck 3 strikes you’re out, y’all only got 1
f+ck guns my bass explosive, and y’all home run
flip this, like a sample, but don’t get taxes
keepin billy’s tucked tight and chop enemies with axes
stay brave, my club been in the cage, but we a wide range
of bullets shooting the guards, we bat so f+ck batons
break out the gate, those guards sleepin with one eye
like neon we glow cuz in dark times godly rappers arise
we swing hits at em, we don’t miss, it’s a bomb every time
we top 10, you can’t strike us out cuz the goons like c+l+i
the guards like pse thinkin we was silly cons til we met em
it hurts em even to hear we frequently played, but fm
cuz the songs heard are plastic, produced for suc+cess
the deep cuts the ones you feel but yall think they useless
it’s k with me though, i won’t chirp sh+t, only flip a bird to relax
cuz the song ain’t for you, 19 year old frats
i don’t give fat, f+ck, cuz i’m still earnin stacks
don’t need your listen, can’t do sh+t just flashin your mac
your opinion ain’t jack, but you still dig our tracks
your playtime pave the way for our albums to go plat
the song stuck in ya head like a bullet cuz i’m strapped
f+ck you new rappers i shut you up with a trap
and i beat you so classic like bam boom bap
so check it softy i got my bread from rolling out raps

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