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PH1 - Blanco lyrics

Artist: PH1

album: REALITY


Spit classic, never been last, in this lap, shit
My hands itch, never been better, in this rap shit
Like ascension, elevated dome, headless masjid
Resurrection, bad times, changing mindset
Take it, cold Turkey off em' heroin blanket
I exit, instead of being lifeless in the casket
Soft plastic's new puss acting like actresses
I got a mattress, you sleep well in a red dress
Eye spit slow like the shots of hero, in skid row
The street cold, tropical weather man concrete stone
Mum never raised a fool, streets full of raging bulls
Escaping with a tool, I'm living with the holy rules
Blanco is up, you know what the fuck Is up son
We never stop until we gun get the ammo and the sun
I'm out of fuck's to give, duck or you better run
Face hot in the street heat like the fucking sun
Step into the ring with no bling on my neck
Bust tracks, come clean might just snap your fucking back
Bukan starter pack, true shit ku sarung ball cap
Tiada gantung chains melompat to modern days trap
Straight up Grimey raw raps bersetubuh
Blanco keluar emcee bawah tanah barang seludup
Ramai muka mintak kaki bila bagi tak pernah cukup
Kami Narco dalam track, trafficking cam kerja buruh
On some drug lord shit, you can't cope this style
White coke when I spit OD bitch, you die
2000 murders itu rapper's kena bungkus sedang ku kerja
MVL, bakar semua sebelum mayat dijumpa
Polis, aku release, rhyme scheme tak ada tapis
Newbie rapper's takda sound bunyi tertinggal bass
MVL needs space like the missing tooth
Break faces them emcee's when I'm in the booth
Poof
Benny Blanco with the pen, bullet trains in Japan
Growing plants on the beach, feet feeling sand
Breeze much degrees, serve the feast
On a boat to fish, goat on a polo dish
Swimming any ocean wave all the way
To outer space I escape, with better taste
Get sliced with cheddar grate, onion head rappers get cooked
Folded over and shook, get an order of duck
And have it carefully cut, you ain't telling me none
Smoke filling my lungs, sweet licking her tongue
And I like when she bumps, paint splatter renaissance
Stolen art from Milan, build a bigger farm
Crop circles on my lawn, chess boards tennis courts
Moving pawns back and forth, careful when you stepping
Verses loaded weapons, omnipresent desert camo
Spit on judging panels, fuck a channel, automatic
Fat marker sporadic, bold letter cinematics
Feed the fiends on the planet
Call me Blanco... I might make you catch a cold
I hit straight up (Sniff) everybody knows
I be killin no shame and I be feelin no pain
Thoughts darker than locked characters in a video game
And I'm hating on the world so I drop a tab repeat it
I can't stand yall but I'm not a paraplegic
This old head aint scandalous pop off start stabbin us
Aint flashy but I'm glamourous and I snap more than cameras
Flow sick and cancerous lil bitch gon cancel us
Get finished in one shot like porn clips by amateurs
Oh shit I'm hazardous the voices got the best of me
I'll cut a pussy up like I'm giving hysterectomies
My enemies don't attack they know that I'm unstable
I'm hungry no cap Like i'm at the dinner table
We got punches in the bag like Blanco got the yayo
No comparisons a fact cos we give em bloody nasals

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