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vega7 the ronin x body bag ben – rage against the machine gun lyrics

[verse 1:]
trying to build the enterprise like i was elon musk
pistol holster strapped on my back it looked like æon flux celebrating the end zone he doing the deon strut
y’all getting tired from gaining traction you like a nissan truck
the more you blow, the more these b+tches be trying to feed off l+st
they see your story they send dms talking “when we gon f+ck ?”
rob harvey fourth quarter i got my team on clutch
che noir and 38 spesh how we succeed off trust
yo f+ck every time a dеmon take a life an angel wеpt
collected tears and drink it straight out the bottle
like it’s [????]
half moon caesar this faith and placed them in check
i got all them bar heavy lyricist sounding like famous dex
first they hated then they hate your dms to pay their respects
i saw you spin the block it’s like the fourth time you made a left
the universe assures that i don’t remain under [??]
it’s the one night when i wasn’t there, they shot dwayne on the steps
i can’t explain what protects
i still can’t decide if life is, loose leaf game of chess or bruce lee game of death they stream my album on spotify
then ask the waiter for the check
we both cook but you, rachael ray i’m more like rae the chef

[cuts:]
“machine+gun rap for all my n+ggas in the back”
“stadium packed, linebacker n+gga flash stacks”
[verse 2:]
i did shattered the back ball like i’m shaq height
i’m snapping like being a trained attack dog with a rabid bite
bowed my head humbly then ask the lord for your sacrifice
then take you on the cross bradshaw from the acolytes
captured mike break the expansion ball
don’t get mad, device natural cause while
i can fast forward to the afterlife got fam in jamaica
so if worst case happens
i could clip you quicker and get my passport for me to snag a flight , right
i’m brother nosy with this jagged knife
but grimy like dennis mccoy backpacks on the half pipe
treated like game seven he can steph curry splash like
about to get me a chip like they done phased out the mag swipe i’m mad nice slam you through a table with a jack knife
i’m taking off this year you gon take a n+gga wearing track spikes hard like diego corrales before the crash bike
watch the crown glow from my over like nike mag lights
like i’m being reasonable
all i want is my just dough and a solid gold championship belt
this b+tch is rust proof if it’s me fruck then it’s definitely fruck you
i been stitched from a club way too rugged to cut thru

[cuts:]
“machine+gun rap for all my n+ggas in the back”
“stadium packed, linebacker n+gga flash stacks”

- vega7 the ronin x body bag ben lyrics

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