CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Underground cypher
Check check
Check check on the tune when I wreck the beat
Get seshed off fruit like nectarine
Get decked like ? when your next to me you rest in peace when chillin comes flex the steeze
See I need to kill
I was 19 chillin then I'm fiening pills
Cause I was 19 kickin it with demon skills
I had a mind keep spinning like makita drills, wait
Still pull shots off that's ponting
Bad b*t*h with a pound of the contine
I scream like bubble o bill when i bubble up bills that's the sound of the bong rips
Still slipknot to the mosh pit
Drop tunes on doctor suess sh*t
But me and doc flee go doctor dre rocked a j while a b*t*h sipped vodka cruisers
Yeah, A.J., lets go
You don't wanna clash if its "I v' you"
Think you're a hot shot 'til I see you
Talking up but when I see you
Eye to eye
You end up in the ICU
Transparent the mirror I might see through
Like the pipe that you put your ice into
You got double vision when you look in the mirror
You try face up thinking that I see two
Two-faced snake
A siamese python
Picked up a mic and try recite violence
Lips on a pipe
Saliva full of ice
In real life you're not even a Sidemen Simon
It's all hype you type the type like you're saying it's on site and quietly ride by 'em
You can't even write you bite like Mike Tyson
Live in a dreamland
You feeling like Mic Righteous?
You pretend to be something you're not in front of your friends you try to stunt you're a flop
Pick up on a pen you c**ts are front like a boss
Get done in the end I bet your Mum couldn't watch like
Oh my god that's not my son
Did I stutter my brudda said not my son
Looking at your mates like what am I, dumb?
I make your chick say to you, what have I done?
Check check on the tune when I wreck the beat
Get seshed off fruit like nectarine
Get decked like ? when your next to me you rest in peace when chillin comes flex the steeze
See I need to kill
I was 19 chillin then I'm fiening pills
Cause I was 19 kickin it with demon skills
I had a mind keep spinning like makita drills, wait
Still pull shots off that's ponting
Bad b*t*h with a pound of the contine
I scream like bubble o bill when i bubble up bills that's the sound of the bong rips
Still slipknot to the mosh pit
Drop tunes on doctor suess sh*t
But me and doc flee go doctor dre rocked a j while a b*t*h sipped vodka cruisers
Yeah, A.J., lets go
You don't wanna clash if its "I v' you"
Think you're a hot shot 'til I see you
Talking up but when I see you
Eye to eye
You end up in the ICU
Transparent the mirror I might see through
Like the pipe that you put your ice into
You got double vision when you look in the mirror
You try face up thinking that I see two
Two-faced snake
A siamese python
Picked up a mic and try recite violence
Lips on a pipe
Saliva full of ice
In real life you're not even a Sidemen Simon
It's all hype you type the type like you're saying it's on site and quietly ride by 'em
You can't even write you bite like Mike Tyson
Live in a dreamland
You feeling like Mic Righteous?
You pretend to be something you're not in front of your friends you try to stunt you're a flop
Pick up on a pen you c**ts are front like a boss
Get done in the end I bet your Mum couldn't watch like
Oh my god that's not my son
Did I stutter my brudda said not my son
Looking at your mates like what am I, dumb?
I make your chick say to you, what have I done?
