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wafeek - dead or alive lyrics

[intro]
let’s rap. allah wafeek. c’mon

“i ain’t a mad rapper” – common
true
“my style is runnin’ to the toilet, you ain’t seen sh-t yet” – rhymefest

[announcer]
wafeek was filmed in front of a live studio audience

tell your story

[verse one]
born in missouri
raised in missouri
and now i’m crazy/insane thanks to missouri
i hate you missouri
i blame natural bridge
the street i grew up as a nappy headed b-st-rd where i
mastered the minds and thoughts in my head
to be the best rapper alive if hip hop’s dead
so i’mma, capitalize on all of it
i oughta been signed the same day that shawn carter resigned
i thought of this rhyme
’bout all of the cryin’ baby mamma’s
drug launderin’ for bosses inside the jail cost ’em they life
for bail spark ’em the nine
slugs slaughtering crime
lords caught in the line
the fire burn in the slums alive murderin’ thugs
supplyin’ work to your youngest child tryin’ to survive the grind
and i was dyin’ to make my single the best
catch it like the virus, the jingle of death
it goes like this…

[hook]
man, you know the rappers be lyin’
to be the best rappers alive
and hip hop is dead
you gotta have swagger for life
to be the best rapper alive
and hip hop is dead
yeah, you know you have to be paid
to be the best rapper alive
and hip hop is dead
you gotta have swagger for days
to be the best rapper alive
and hip hop is dead

[verse two]
as i continue my story i’m all
unemployed but i’m ballin’
cause i’m whorin’ your mom to every boy in the mall
she’s like a blow up doll with no patience
she sits still, takes d-ck and don’t say shhhhh
no, enjoy the sensation
she f-cks for the fix, literally
she’s no maintenance
b-tch hittin’ rock bottom in my bas-m-nt
and base heads give great head cause they t–th missin’
bullet blowin’ out her brains but she keep l!ckin’
‘feek spittin’ concrete pimpin’ till the street listen
to a deep n-gga with a vision of the future
like a murder victim witnessing the shooter’s execution
yeah
that’s death by electrocution
shock value is priceless, it leave you lifeless
it’s somethin’ like isis in the eyes of osirus
why do i condone violence against women?

[hook]

[verse three]
it’s ‘feekee maine, forever rhymin’ my name
to make sure you don’t forget it i’ll remind you again
it go, wafeek is conscious, allah wafeek’s a lyricist
feekee kinda lost it, he off the deep end of it
a hater by nature, let me cremate ya
take your ashes to the head off some keith richards sh-t
got conviction like the michael vick issues
gon’ get out of pocket, cops will find you with the pit bulls
yeah, i got the suicidal swagger
lamborghini doors up like it don’t even matter
that i’m doin’ ’bout a hundred on the highway
my b-lls too large, dude walk through traffic like i’m car proof
y’all do know a n-gga when you see one right?
well i was really tryin’ to be one like
the black benwa baby that explains itself
see, a n-gga is a black man who hangs himself
ya dig it?

[hook]

[outro: announcer]
wafeek is brought to you in part by rapper rent promotion. we rap for more than just the rent. big shout. also, pink p-ssy. batteries not included. with a special thanks to…slaves. you build america

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