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weapon x, ken hell & a-style - get by freestyle lyrics

[intro: justice]
yeah
third world, baby
justice
kaos
y’all better peep this sh+t
sickc+ntion luncheon, baby
what?

[verse 1: kaos]
who really want it from the coward that flows?
my rappin’ has grown from a sk!ll to an asset at shows
i’ma hit you with a series of abdomen blows
that’ll travel through holes and ultimately shatter your nose now
back to the pros to match it [?]
you’ll need an abacus to even track a few even actually close
get an accurate dose of the kid who’s maximum dope
hang with a rope emcees who think they can challenge the flow
put you back in the hole and put the nail in your coffin
you motherf+ckers are more annoying than haley joеl osment ([?] people)
yo, i’m sayin’ no nonsеnse, i’m sayin’ truth
leave me in the vacant booth and i’ll be makin’ the hot sh+t
yo, i’m statin’ the obvious, we attack with alliteration
syntaxes [?], quit askin’, quit complainin’
it’s not that we think we’ll make it, just a question of when
teach you a lesson with pens then mess with your friend
[chorus: kaos]
we make you get right when we bless mics
yo, our set’s tight, you left the next out

[pre+verse: justice & kaos]
yeah (yo)
third world, baby (check it out)
justice (what? what?)
[?]

[verse 2: justice]
we set a record in rap, you listen to [?] and cr+p
you never destined to set it with weapon x on a track but
i’m doin’ it right now, i come through with a tight sound
if you ain’t up to it then pipe down
i’ll ruin your hype, now i’ma shatter your life
when i match with a mic, it’s a fact, you whack and i’m tight
but if you wanna tussle, we gon’ see more damage to life
than a scavenger fight that’s scattered and spliced with passionate cries
you ain’t leavin’ intact ‘cause when i lead an attack
against all o’ the f+ckin’ people in rap
it’s gon’ be so d+mn evil in fact
that even australian motherf+ckers’ll reach for a gat and a heater to clap
you peep with some sk!ll, when i’m speakin’, it’s ill
you broke b+tches have to work a whole week for a meal
so while you out there f+ckin’ keepin’ it real
i be gettin’ sweet with a deal with figures almost reachin’ a mill, you dumb b+tch
[outro: justice]
what?
third world, baby
yeah
weapon x and ken h+ll
what’s scar+non?
y’all stupid b+tches don’t even know wassup
yeah, a+style
out4fame, baby
we the future o’ rap
what?
peep it

[intro: anecdote]
yeah, come on
one, two, one, two, ha

- weapon x ken hell a style lyrics

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