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Awar & Vanderslice
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Rotten Apple
Mind of the divine with the blood of a warrior First guts and glory, then comes euphoria. It was blunt in four days and now they're pouring cups As I keep my corneas fixed for crowned Victoria's The jungle's in New York, we don't bound the foreignness Informant in every corner gets found in the corridor Left of the corner, fuck is this? I'm warning ya! I cover the source, I'm like big in… Till they cover is corpse in my … attire Stay fresh to death, twisting an easy wider You can't tell me shit, pa, you're preaching to the choir No greedy contracts when the streets assign, yeah! Ya need a reminder, get rid of those big bucks Up the Ashalon, I won't set up for bread chromes Same heads who came with me, I don't … My brother .. but give up my left lung, What? Hook：BX, Brooklyn, yeah, what up, dwag? Standing in Manhattan, yeah, what up, dwag? Queens, Jersey, yeah, what up, dwag? Upstate, Philly, yeah, what up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? Handcuffs, bracelets, chains, shackles This goes hard to the hard core of the rotten apple! Bringing that feeling back to when we had the throne Raps home don't turn into a disaster zone. With the baddest roam flash and chrome We're cast into the stones. Chattered domes and scattered bones in the catacombs Addict is on, they stack them in.. blocks. Here you either go platinum or you're selling blocks and ready … A lot of soldiers will be shell shocked Dwelling in shell tops, welcome to the melting pot! Where I made my mark, show this blade is razor sharp Praise the gods, my own style is… Play your cards right, you might escape the narks Make that one last slip and then aim for the charts. I pay them a heart purple, a move militant My shoes who ain't filling it, who's equivalent? Call it instincts, my skills is too legit to quit Ride around, get in this loop till I'm filthy rich! War! Hook：BX, Brooklyn, yeah, what up, dwag? Standing in Manhattan, yeah, what up, dwag? Queens, Jersey, yeah, what up, dwag? Upstate, Philly, yeah, what up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? Handcuffs, bracelets, chains, shackles This goes hard to the hard core of the rotten apple! Irradiate in the summer, turn into nuclear winter Hungry enough to chew up your crew for dinner. I got champagne dreams, old and it was nightmares The way I marking rappers got with us, it's time… The same place that you stand, I'll leave you right there Earn my stripes here, I'm Mike … You bitches only fight tears, I keep enemies close They hunt them in their sleep, I keep my identity ghost. I put my timberlines deep down in mechanism rope … Science project gone wrong with the chemistry to blow But this kind of perfection can't be genetically cloned. Let to be known, I'm from the land of the corrupt You can handle them the box, or planned to get stucked. You can cost us the life, but the hard attack is free Cause the bad seed doesn't fall far from the apple tree. Hook：BX, Brooklyn, yeah, what up, dwag? Standing in Manhattan, yeah, what up, dwag? Queens, Jersey, yeah, what up, dwag? Upstate, Philly, yeah, what up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? What up, dwag? Handcuffs, bracelets, chains, shackles This goes hard to the hard core of the rotten apple!
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