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Get Twisted Sundays It's bout to be epic Look I get it rockin' like a cradle I never sold Cain, but I was able To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel Ooh I hung around them shells like April O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining Til' them shots fly, no subliminal That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals My whole life, I been congregating with criminals I swear I graduated with just minimal effort Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford Stuy-ves-ant I swear Biggie taught me lessons My guess is his propensity for excellence Might not get discussed by the adolescents But I'm blessed with Yeah The gift of carrying torches Sometimes I get nervous Letras de cancionesAs a suitor that's entering courtship Ooh Than I get to feeling euphoric Holy flow, every bar low-key Should be penned in the Torah Ooh And look at Fat, she's so gorgeous She'd be with me whether I was flippin' a Tesla or Taurus Ooh I'm a mess, I'm a horror But I been blessed kinda sorta Every bar, brick and mortar can't sing But I'm known to finesse on a chorus You can't see the flow unless you using the eye of Horus Ooh Ayy look now that I got yo attention Peep Game Ooh If you was wack, and you came up on some paper You still lame Yeah Live by, die by the G code Everyday it ain't a game I promise you it's different So don't compare how you move to the real It ain't the same One time for the west though Two times for the young one with the best flow Lame ducks be like "what pond you from"? I tell 'em parts where they blow harder than when monsoons come And they chase cheese only dippin' when that fondue come And run that base til they heart go out just like John Q. son Ayy look this for my partners pitchin' without a mound And for those that laughed at me When I stayed at my mama house My pockets fatter now My mama see something to brag about And I spit punches in bunches Like I'm Marvin Hagler Now Ooh Swear it feel marvelous Remember times my mama barbered us Made us look barbarous The hood part of us That pistol fye Don't startle us Got the heart of Spartacus Treat gentiles like Barnabas That means with love, difference Between the fake believer and conceivers of the truth is they aim different These sacrilegious folk with you long as your pain drippin' But when you jammed up in traffic They get to lane switchin' Ooh Haters don't feel you till your name mentioned Scripture tell me no one excluded when rain drippin' We all part of the picture, it's just our frames different And I still ride for my set I just bang different Ooh From Letras Mania