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Mitchos Da Menace - North Face Killah lyrics

Artist: Mitchos Da Menace

album: Pray For Them


Drilla, North Face killer
Move that drug, only for the scrilla
Beat that drum, see man, gorilla
See the beef gets done when I turn my grill on
They had a lil meeting saying Menace gotta go (Never)
Feeling like Stormzy, rapper turning rogue
Bars not steel they ain't risky on the road (No)
Fuck your rep, I get busy on my own
Wait, see I'm busy on the phone
Called blake, we busy on the tone
If the girl wants some
Then the girl get boned
When I'm busy with the tongue
Then your girl gets owned
None be, jump-in-like jumbee
Now I'm feeling trapped like Jumanji
That's game on game, what a level
Shit got comfy
Played around hit trees, like monkeys
Cock-back, lay down I bust like a Pumpy
Don't hold steel, hold weight like I'm Chumlee
If you don't know the deal, know I am one deep

Wheres the riddum, I'ma answer the calls
Who they kidding, I'm a cancer to all
Satan hit 'em, I'm dance through the door
We partners now, still there's a chance I will fall
I've been repping from day dot
Yeah, see, I'm weapon like a dot (A dot)
Yeah, yeah, no discretion, we take spots
If I press them, then I guess then
There's no resting or safe spots (None)
Game's heavy, I've be holding the lot of 'em
Say they ready, I'm the coldest that's gotten in
Ring my celly, it's on hold, who's the lot of 'em
Who's there, not aware, I've forgotten 'em
Silence go on, bump heads with a tyrant (Try)
Fee-fi-fo, got me feeling like Diem
Stuff I'm on makes me feel like dying
Try be tuff, I'm just sitting back smiling
Boys got bars, ain't bricks, can't bite em' (Yeah)
Boys got charge and I think I might fry them (Yeah)
Don't be dumb, mama going home crying (Yeah)
The other ones run 'cause they know I ain't lying (Never)

Nah, no feature, verse three eater
Sound waves travel
They go Sonic like Sega
I'm a go demonic, watch me switch up with the reaper
Beep, flatline, that's these bodies, not a beeper
Feel the presence, getting stomped in my sneakers (Yeah)
Let me dead 'em, they imposters, we creatures (Yeah)
If I see it, I'm a get it, I'm a dreamer
And if I get it, I'm hold it, I'm a keeper
All love to the ones who have made it (True)
It's more love to the ones that I came with
Old school, I get love from the pavement
We've all trap'd from the trap, getting payments
We're all trapped in a trap that we slave in
We adapt, we ain't lacking the flagrant
It's attack if the buttons get played with
You ain't gangster, I'm raising you babies
Give me thanks, I take payments and ladies
I got rank, it ain't Jesus that saves me
I give thanks to the placement I came in
I'll turn dank in the dirt 'till I'm graved in

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