Randam Luck - Watch Your Step (Feat. Banish & Aims) (Beat By Aims) | Текст песни

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• Watch Your Step (Feat. Banish & Aims) (Beat By Aims)

[Verse 1]

We toe-tagging and body-bagging the ?
Placing the jake on a stake hanging from his cape
It’s the last man standing when you’re catching a case
We keep our ear to the street when we body your face
We the gods of the block, we the four pound popping at cops
That drops, breaking into cemetery plots, yeah
My pants sagging cause my heat’s dragging em down
So any fucker testing best step up now
I put a bridge between your fade like the space between your brow
I’ll leave your brains hanging out like the shit was in style
I’m all criminal, teflon, bison with his flame on
Scorching through the air like Marvel vs. Capcom
I blast em like back in the past, the last and the best
With every breath that flows through my chest
But that’s irrelevant, you know I’m the shit
So watch your step motherfucker or you just might slip

[Chorus]

*Scratching*

[Verse 2]

? you go and you don’t slip, flip out and the mic stuck you
Come out of nowhere like I’m Sherwood, we gonna fuck you
The first seven days of earth’s creation stood through
Only ? wouldn’t believe me cause I’m too good to be true
Flew past so fast nothing to ?
At this point stop crawling and stand up for yourself, kid
Dread it more than most could ever be, I’m not a Rasta
Loves to screwdriver your throat without vodka
? after you drugged out
Their eyes gonna get big when they find your body bugged out
Easy, believe me, never seen me or defeat mine
Collect more shells than the California State beach line
Teach time, you red dead murder when the truth hit
Turn your show off like I’m showing you some new shit
? restricts ? your airway
Watch your step motherfucker, I’ll take away your stairway

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Step into the warzone, militant backbone
It’s 2012, foot soldiers with high testosterone
Foster childs with no home feeling all alone
Sirens screaming like a motherfucking dial tone
And it’s written for the sons of man is not here
Like them rap artists who pass without no fear
Bap bap bap, that’s the sound of the police
My gun’s still hot, I’m lurking hard through the streets
? river, I’ll make you hit rock bottom
? y’all cops’ll be like, “Can’t stop em.”
Hard-headed, knuckles bleeding, keep our head up
Like a dreadlocked Rasta, I gotta put our fist up
I warm it up ? bloods with a fat Henny cup
I set em up, duct tape, sit em down and cut em up
Uppercut, south paw, king men above the law
So watch your step motherfucker, I bring it raw
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