E-dubble - Cloak and Dagger lyrics

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E-dubble - Cloak and Dagger lyrics

[Verse 1 - E-Dubble] I am soaked in swagger, cloak and dagger In a 3/4 length like I drove a Jaguar -- Or an '04 Maxima Who cares about my car? I'm the f**ing janitor Nobody, because I clean the house And when the beat comes on I make 'em scream and shout Filthy. And when that sh** pops off I'll be sippin' pop off like a f**ing rock star A broke one at that. The cold ease is packed I keep popping zinc. The cold season's bad There's no need to hate - we laugh at ourselves Consignment on time. My record's on shelves Where the f**'s yours? I grind when you're bored Protected by sk**s. My neck to that floor My hand to my nuts. My luck was just up To tell the truth now, I'm dope as f** Yep. Filthy Slap Bracelet is back But not really I'm just kidding... Salvadore Denali up next Get 'em Eastern shore [Verse 2 - Salvadore Denali] I am Johnny Mnemonic, spread the Bubonic Got all the little children hooked on my phonics Super Sonic Dikembe Mutombo Crooked die hunch cigar chunk Columbo Been known to flow where the sun don't shine Dark mechanics in the an*lyst of times Stay on the grind, itty-bitty Peace of mind Life in the city seem to be such a serious time I give the ma**es somethin' they like And my gla**es try to squint through the dumb they like I might buy some cheap shades Hit 'em with the Vinidrays when I take the center stage Gotta make a living wage Want a Bloody Mary? Nah I'd rather have a Molotov Political party man, tell me where it's poppin' off Honest to a faultline, scribble when I'm offline All nine, hard count, got 'em caught offsides In your style like a soggy sea biscuit Watch my doggy thick pop Got your red lipstick, mystic hip hop For the well-dressed misfit Filthy Slap Bracelet, it land on your wrist Give Black Paisley another crazy addition The label that pays me, I wave at the admission A crazy physician Show 'em how I operate, hip hop anonymous A lot of sh** is commonplace And rap's got a common face And MCs share a common fate And there's a lot on Obama's plate So we should probably conversate And figure out what's going on Cause I'm not sure really what's going on And the beat might end kinda soon But this is poorly produced You'll hear it soon

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