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verbal mcmahon – a lower tale feat. dream team lyrics

[verbal]
fiends jones like indiana, go bananas
rome savannas for prey, duck the hammers, dirty diana’s

[emil]
f-ck, wasted all my early days at park
it be them n-ggas blew your mind before you had a 2nd thought

[verbal]
get sh-t off quick as possible, the hospitals are overcrowded
without countin’ all the cowards who’s immediate future is clouded
scouted since he was in diapers, hold the breath of snipers
when he spit it’s vipers, hands wave like wipers

[emil]
stepped in the castle with my shoes loose, dekki’d out
p-ssed all on the seat & left the faucet on
bustied, open my eyes to a gray sky
they red as blood, man these city folk ain’t ready for the flood
skyscr-per jungle; all these monkeys chasin after paper while they chase us
it’s the hunt…when i’m done i’m tryna have the fattest boar on my fork
split the rest of the royalties with the horde

[cgod]
there’s mad madness involved, react & watch your plans dissolve
we got yac and wax to smoke
you throw me in the lower, that’s equivalent to hope
matter fact, your best track’s a draft to homie
we learn facts like the yac is holy
and toast to the lords who put this breath before me
each block a step now i feel like rocky
me & the goat like van gogh & pic-sso
intelligence elegant, flew like a pelican
pages in my life burnin’, we earnin’ what’s relevant
ock down the block surprised i cop another box
ambulance roll by; another young kid dropped
sh-t sad but it keep me focused
blew smoke, listening to the tales of the lower
and don’t try to jump on the bandwagon
dream team verbal we a 3 headed dragon

[emil]
tales of the lower…f-ck
…let em sleep
i’m from the gritty city up north
let em sleep
i’m from the gritty city up north
let em sleep

i don’t give a f-ck, sn-tch a yuppie kid
& drop him off right down the block to make his mama sh-t
the lower; when you see me in the street, kiss the pavement
your lord, it’s that n-gga with the flow with no flaws

[verbal]
yo, black ball shorts & black beaters
fist up like black leaders, flee the scene with 3 black divas
crack is jesus in the lower east slums
it’s live every second, they don’t hide any weapons
reppin, to the fullest, bullets skid the wall, leave the paint chipped
games fixed, paid a b-tch to switch my tainted p-ss
lay a kiss on the victim cheek before it happen
you never caught the captain nappin’ while the ship sink
ink thick, my patience wearing thin
my guys wearing camo, i’m in the fashion of pharaohs

- verbal mcmahon lyrics

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