El RTNC - Kevlar Bodybags lyrics

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El RTNC - Kevlar Bodybags lyrics

[Verse 1: Oprime39] Check, check... this that Peruvian... you know OK I reloaded, the X5 fully loaded Pressed for time toss the tech 9 into the ocean Colleges cite the notes that they quote me in Scriptures from the holiest Live at the Smithsonian You cats p**y juice drippin' out fallopians Oprime39 write rhymes that's opium Roxicet, it's science how we rock the set From out of left rockets ricochet to scar your flesh Rappin' renegade with retard strength Iron fist guaranteed I'm caving in y'all chest More less watch what you say to me I chef raps till they savory, insane to see how I cook using A-Z All day gourmet, that raw grade more bars than Rahway Trick b**hes in the hallway 'bout to chisel my initials on your tombstone Been official dipped the Wally's now they two-toned [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Who the f** you lying to? You trippin' you must be high on shrooms You vagina juice, I only rhyme with goons And that's the TIMELESS TRUTH Claiming you wild and shoot But your frame's riot proof Drag you up a staircase and fling you off the highest roof Take it back like the Coliseum buying j**els Violent dudes pop the f** off, like we frying food You better off trying to sign a truce you p**y You might as well tie your tubes You stand behind guys with lube The game used to be all about the livest crews Then Kanye blew, now only if you gay the labels signing you Watered down and safe like a guy in a tie and suit I slaughter clowns, I ain't relying on nobody's loot Started a business like Ralphie Lipsh**z Carnasie pimp sh**, politic till I got links like Slick Rick Sick kicks when you see'em you feel hurt k** yourself, I'm out, ILL BILL sneaker Spielbergs [Verse 3: Solace] Persian carpets, oil portraits Kept surveillance to surround the fortress Die with the glory never forfeit Dressed to k** put a body on the garments S&P 500 on the markets Kind of awkward how they wanna see me off it The same ones I spilled blood for and life I offered Would've slept six feet deep up in a coffin Queens trife life sometimes happen to often Rap for the street, flagship of the fleet Black chips under the mattress if we have to retreat Skatin' with an Asian actress in the pa**enger seat And my Gs follow suit, ten Maximas deep Then we gather at the gala, sippin at Cipriani's Tailored Ralphie, while she drippin' in Gianni Versace, medusa faces cover the temples Hawk eyes and eagle looks leather bound legal books Learning law cuz we the crooks, now we freak the juxx

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