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wombo combo - kill bill 3 lyrics

[verse 1]: omarthegroove

which jabroni gon get slapped by the great one?
it’s the groovy grim reaper and the gray one
word on my bible, this is survival
watch where you tread at
crushin my rivals, all for the title
you betta get back
i’ am… a 6-foot nothin’, age 20 something
groovy -ss glutton, thinking i gotta eat something
ya better keep a stiff ol’ arm over your plate
because dem tracks, or dem stacks, or ya chick i’m boutta take
not to be biased, when i flow everyone silent
ya main chick found the mojo f-ckin mystifying
i can give a f-ck about yo label
or yo payroll, or yo lawyer, or yo client
everybody dying, when they clash against the titan
talk about my name, i handle mines like a tyrant
capin’ for these hoes and they’ll treat you like a sidekick
dealin’ daily blows to your sternum like the heimlich
wyyyyaaaaaahhhhhh

[verse 2]: newtypejosh

it’s the loneliest thelonious monk
the master of ceremonies, acrimonious one
the lowliest theologian with the onus
to collect what they owing us
flowing just in an unjust colonial crust
newtype detrimental to the phoniest punks
everybody scream support but they vocals is busted
we still at the cusp
jp morgan with trust
only invest in the tesla if the steering is smooth
direction i move
synonymous with luxury, plush
f-ck these n-gg-s dawg, i say that shit and i will not budge
i’m enhancing my advancement and romancing the plug
i’m enchanting all the misfits not giving a f-ck
from my amygdala a scriptural and guttural grudge
ephemeral and contradictive, a reflection of us
the state of the art, don’t u see what i’m stating is art
lyrically i’m transcendent cuz i live in the mud
depression and dust, transfixed with living it up
my greatest fear is succeeding and still feeling this crushed
i’m in it, a rush, a decision can’t validate us
yet it was i who inherited king midas’ touch
f-ck it i must
be free from this antiquitus sludge
i’ve been fat for so long i’m love with my pudge
i’ve been poor for so long, its apart of my must
desire and l-st
9thnimbus the collection of gust
clan of the wind, call nimbus
when i fall i ascend
and i won’t stop til i find the heaven within
i say in chagrin
cuz every endin’ is a beginning
gone with the wind
fin

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