RED RUM

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Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
 Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in the city
 Time the get this shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
 Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty
 Tell 'em how it goes, wipe me down, no time for hoes
 Style filfty, wit da glo, illest nigg fa sure
 Hit me in da mornin', be sellin' dem shows
 Bet, bring it just da same, probably switch up wit da flow
 Didn't know, talent is, anything, say I can
 Nike "Just Do It!", dream chasin', pursuin'
 Keep away from da fake, rather be secluded
 Tell da industry, comin', better make some room, I'm,
 Takin' trophies when I leave, mean they heads tucked in ma sleeve
 Have da usual guys, n' brains, tell 'em fetch my order please
 Better make it quick, 'fore cause a scene
 Could slaughter wit a eight, rather butcher a sixteen
 Get the kickin' open doors, move out da way, feel da force
 Rap game hungry, shows, time for T. da blow
 Feed their hungers, rhythm and flow, secure da bag, go
 Everything else is irrelevant, except ma greens
 Let's rock 'n' roll
 Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
 Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
 Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
 Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty
 Check it
 Nic nac paddy wac hit 'em wit a "haha"
 Gotta dumb it down, gone be hard for T. da clone
 Put dis shit up in a dome, hunger games eat 'em all
 Chess not checkers, maneuver, steps ahead, leave 'em clueless
 Spit like a ak, shit too easy
 Ain't dissin', sounds like the game really needs me
 Why fight it, All y'all gotta do, go, concede me
 Time da do a sweep, call the maids handle da cleanin'
 First things first, hand out the orders
 Sargent, address 'em as da ape, slaughters
 Psycho, tell 'em yo prepare for some touture
 Spittin' wit no bars damn need da know who taught ya
 Say, "T., you a mutha fuckin' animal"
 Reply, "nah just can't do how I do"
 Come in da booth, hit da mic, let off da tool
 New boss in dis bitch, "Makin' da rules"
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 Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
 Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
 Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
 Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty
 This, "The Test Run", niggas deaf dumb
 Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
 Murder dem, Decapitation, Medusa, heads off
 Royce session, fuck addressin', take da torch
 Takin' off, no randy moss, takin' yards
 Comin' charged, Can't lay da bars
 Dont get involved, wont pass da test
 #1, Or at they necks, Ain't a spitter, ain't a threat
 Milli hand out da check-mate
 No effort, Just ate, does it night 'n' day
 The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
 Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
 The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
 Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
 I am, to good wit dis, go head, quit
 While y'all still can, if not da end
 Y'all won't win, run that back again
 Fully understand, Make me force ma hand
 Better alter y'all plans, woke up da champ
 Chew 'em up m&m's, look, I'm here
 Thought it was clear, one last time
 Here on out, Game is mine
 Won't hear y'all out, get off my lines
 55 Me seeing ma prime, bet this shit age like fine wine
 (Swear!)
 Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
 Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
 Time da get dis shit no litty, itty, bitty, piggy
 Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty
 Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
 Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum"
 T-test Run, niggas deaf dumb
 Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
 (Ahaha)
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Duration
02:18
Key
10
Tempo
142 BPM

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