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tyrone briggs – thrilla lyrics

[intro]
this year a lot of my n-ggas died
where the skinny n-ggas ride
and the police are racist
bunch of motherf-cking crabs in a barrel
that are here to just distract you
with they negative statements
i’m over here like
do it n-gga
do it n-gga
do it n-gga
just embracing ya’ll hatred (right)
that’s what a n-gga feed on surely
watch sunrise early, no daylight savings (yo)

[verse 1]
f-ck it as soon as thrillah drop the beat
i’m dropping heat
the opposite of y’all, cause y’all obsolete
your prime and peak declined
so it’s time you peep and watch
don’t peep your watch, cause is time for me
i’m arguably, next top god mc
i’m arguably, best out
ya’ll mc’s must hard to be
you just as confident, as al sharpton, giving a teleprompter speech
(that’s real talk)
since the first thing i threw out
n-ggas don’t get inspired til’ i put something new out
listeners is so tired, cause what they listen to out
couldn’t come across fire standing in between a shoot out
(that’s real talk)
story of a dollar dreamer
that grind to be outside of poverty
where tires screech, from blocks, and no cops can see the shots get thrown
domes turn to coliseums

[bridge]
out there y’all trick over money, here you would die over chicks before money
n-ggas be doing a bid for a chick
while shes tricking on d-ck, with the prisoners money
your gift is the courage to follow your dreams
if you slept on don’t mean that you’ll never achieve it
same way that working all day with no sleep
doesn’t technically mean that close to succeeding

[verse 2]
it’s apparent i’m nice
i mean a parent in the booth, i take care of the mic
and make a hit, but don’t mean you’ll compare what i write
to radio rap, i don’t fit the stereotype
(so i (?) on) my compet-tion into a
(lack of) my compet-tion
the opposition, i vision like astrologist when
i look at stars, i see the past, no cosmic distance (aye-yuh)

[bridge]
eyes on money, that’s free mason
black cloud above my head, that means brain storm
always say good things happen to those who wait
so it’s only right if my take off should take long
this is for the bottom of the map
n-ggas from the hood really don’t know how to act
call us hood rat’s
and they probably call us that
cause my n-ggas getting cheese and coming straight up out the trap
like that (like that, like that)
just let it rock
just let it rock (let it rock, let it rock)

[verse 3]
so what i gotta do?
take drizzy right to rza crib
hot wire that n-gga’s whip and take it
give him an ultimatum
come off that navigation
you used to drive wu tang to the road to the riches (?)
unless you’re really content with never seeing yo’ sh-t again
i swear
i separate the men from the squares
and most new york rappers ain’t considered up here
it’s funny i can mention you spending your own money on your own craft and watch half you pr-cks disappear
i’m tryna’ be the best i could n-gga
you’re trying to be the best that’s in your neighborhood n-gga
that’s no artist
can’t even find where comp is
if i was using a comp-ss
playing target practice
your job is practice being the target, right?
now everybody’s chief, no indians
can’t cut a check, then you can’t tell me sh-
see everybody want it, but the difference is
words come from what you want, actions is what you get
go all in, dollar signs
bam said quit the references of jordan & lebron in rhymes
no jordan or lebron or lies
i’m ewing if he would’ve made that lay-up in finals of ’95
dudes not on, n-ggas must be out they mind
shoes got clocks on em n-ggas running out of time
if i had a penny (penny)
for every wack rapper (rapper)
that think he next and now, i’d be in diddy’s tax bracket

what the h-ll is going on?
y’all aiming for hoes and clothes, forgot about making songs
i hope you feelin my music and feel like there’s something wrong
it got you feelin so whack, you feel like you don’t belong (don’t belong)
this the year that i’m going ape (ape)
f-ck the good records, time n-gga show em great (great)
city all behind me, so you know i’m straight
and this year we coming after hours like we open late

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