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Uma caixa bem na praça, uma caixa bem quadradinha . Uma caixa, outra caixa, todas elas iguaizinhas Uma verde, outra rosa e uma bem amarelinha Todas elas feitas de tic tac, todas elas iguaizinhas As pessoas dessas casas vão todas pra universidade Onde entram em caixinhas quadradinhas iguaizinhas Saem doutores, advogados, banqueiros de bons negócios Todos eles feitos de tic tac, todos, todos iguaizinhos Jogam golf, jogam pólo, bebendo um bom martini dry Todos têm lindos filhinhos bonequinhos engomadinhos As crianças vão pra escola, depois pra universidade Onde entram em caixinhas e saem todas iguaizinhas Os rapazes ficam ricos e formam uma família Todos eles em caixinhas, em casinhas iguaizinhas Uma verde, outra rosa e outra bem amarelinha E são todas feitas de tic tac, todas, todas iguaizinhas
Niggas don't want war I'm a martian with an army of spartans Sparring with a knife in a missile fight Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't right here I got them girls next to the wood like they light year, I'm right chea Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate STEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurate My PE conglomerates bout to p-e-e on any wanna b-e, weak MC Air 'em out or leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto Fire flame spitter like komodo No time for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my heart go Ba-boom-ba-boom-ba-boom-boom It's panic like Dora when shots blast See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that K Like every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe The only thing that I can say, to you is pray Cause when niggas start equippin', and throw the clip in Your blood drippin', and got you slippin' Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal Just another man who defeated by survival That's your biggest rival, in your whole life These bars you can't handle you better hold tight They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga Yo, fuck the police nigga Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street PE, Public Enemy, assassinate us, bitch Fuck that, fuck everything son Fuck government, Fuck, listenin' and shit You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads It's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one Doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps Better play your cards right, no booster packs Everybody claim they used to rap But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks Leaving instrumentals blue and black I'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's back Riding on hoverboards, wiping out motherboards Stopped spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched King Arthur when he swung his sword A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four I had a hard time writing lyrics Now I'm way over heads, science fiction You can try and get it, my man the flyest with it With a mind of fine of interest for your finest interests They say hard work pays off Well tell the Based God don't quit his day job Cause PE's about to take off With protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb Fuckin' ridiculous Finger to the president screamin' "fuck censorship" If Obama got that president election Then them PE boys bout to make an intervention Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan And Pokemon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con It's like we've been content with losin' And half our students fallen victim to the institution Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution And little kids are shootin' Uzi's cause its given to 'em Little weapon, code name Smith and Wesson And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception If your man's tryna disrespect it Send a message and it's over in a millisecond - nigga
chill in the lobby waiting in vc, baby gronk he says im skibidi, vic royale and now we're griddying, i ask him if hes looksmaxxing, where we dropping? open up the map,and in his background i hear kai cenat, dream about his level 10 gyatt , i wonder if i could rizz that. rizz so skibidi, fanum tax while mewing
