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New Track from Conflikt & Qwestion Prod. Fat Cat Beats.
Qwestion - Chorus x2
We light it up,
an hold hells candle,
this mics, a molten handle! P***YS!
You Smell of mold,
old holes and pelvic panels, we break the shells of you men in shambles!
Conflikt Verse 1.
Yo, I've been itching to write a verse so throw me a pen, I'm cocky! So go ahead and quote me again poppy, my style full of substance like opium dens, you gotta hustle if you out for them copious ends, but that's more truth then you geeks can handle, I son'd kids like Miyagi when he was teaching Daniel, youngins trying to get in the door but cant reach the handle, say you in the street but you somewhere on the beach in sandles, why dudes talk like they fly but they wallets empty? Mention it then they say you hating an call it envy, ya'll offend me, yeah your scriptures bore me, you spitting stories, then acting like it's all from memories, frauds claims and some does they never paid, Fucker! I sold the first beat I ever made! Plus I got props on my first bars written, and for the fact every beat I've ever crafted is hard hitting!
Vocal- This time its war!
Qwestion - Verse 2.
Thats why We always kill it an drop every second like infancy death rates,
every breath leaves death at our wake, performed like a illegitimate doc, hoards of soaring storks,
holding umbelical chords on still borns,
when every syllable drops,
this is unorthodox like Orks in snorkels snorting rocks,
the score of our talk is a legitimate cop,
our vocal chords heard across ocean Shores from lands like Japan to equator,
tracks make floor boards reverberate give in an pop,
I told em forwarnings say they skillet is hot, they be pork to slaughter horkin on the steps that they walk,
get my son an daughter to kick over that piss in the pot,
an whether we poor or not, we still be some dirt balls like crackers on floors that are sifting for rocks,
we a couple arrogant cocks yelling out fuck pigs when we treat whores like cops!
Qwestion - Chorus x2
We light it up,
an hold hells candle,
this mics, a molten handle! P***YS!
You Smell of mold,
old holes and pelvic panels, we break the shells of you men in shambles!
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- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap