Corrección Letra If the Noose Fits par Ekoh

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Sheesh
It's a celebration, b*t*hes
Ekoh and Chris Webby
Real rap sh*t
Let's go

I spit it grimier than most do it
Rap's truest, I know the flow fluent
And no student at school, I was the most truant
Ekoh will ruin the way you listen to rap now
A boom bap kid that will murder your modern trap sound
I got 'em wrapped now, Ricky Bobby on the beat
A Shake 'n Bake, it's a mistake if you're f**king with me
Bringing the heat, I'm not allowed in California now
The last time that I entered, I burned an entire city down
They still ignore the skill I'm bringing to the table
Disable pre-existing thoughts from the grave to the cradle
Nobody left to save you, I am the hero now
No super powers, I just devour these beats for now

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down
I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?
I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits
Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullsh*t
Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down
I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house
I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits
Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullsh*t

Yeah, f**k anybody who said I would never be anything, uh
Lookin' around 'em, it's funny that none of ya'll ever did anything, huh
You do it for money but all of this loving has really been taking me up
I'm broke as f**k but I'm feeling like I'm a million bucks
Yeah, it's deadly when Ekoh and Webby shut 'em down
These rappers nowadays some Disney manufactured sounds
And I won't quit, I'm going big, yeah, I'm notorious
And killin' every bill I'm on, this b*st*rd isn't glorious
Ignoring us, but that's alright, I see the truth lucid
You really think you need the clout to show your worth? Stupid
You got the skills to hang with giants in the booth? Prove it
He wanted raw, now they got me back up on my bullsh*t

Yeah
I've been the illest motherf**ker since my momma had contractions
Sharp as Hattori Hanzo, I'ma cut 'em into fractions
Chiropractor in action the way I be snappin'
I'm spittin' 'til I'm f**kin' blue in the face, Dr Manhattan
When they hit me for collabing, we gon' send 'em to the grave
And they gon' hear the Ekoh like they yelling in a cave
And they gon' feel the Web like they diggin' through the attic
And come across an arachnid and get bit, now they symptomatic
With cold sweats and the shakes, nervous system shutting down
That's the type of venom I'm coming with if you f**k around
Eddie Brock with a mix of Betty Crocker the way I'm cookin'
So you shouldn't, or you'll end up just a fossil in my footprint
I'm a bullet with a name on it, loaded with the aim on it
Point it at the wall behind you just to leave your brains on it
Artist with a f**king canvas full of blood stains on it
Grab the mic and spit some game on it
Webby

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