Lyrics rap.like - DJ Static, Negash Ali

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I still catch the holy ghost, from the notes I stroke
Power, why u think my throat is hoarse
Priceless, your shit is bought in a store
Silence, i want order in court
Still got aggressions, still wanna take a head off
Still go from pretty mellow to heavy metal
In the game for many medals, you play that petty cello
Sooner or later shit will explode
Off the richter, to some odd dimension
You can’t come to visit you we’re too cost efficient
On twitter your trending, my guitar is trending
The signal transmitting, send your wristwatch spinning
Your sim card missing, your insta flicking
I’m still a KingKong figure, go benchwarm nigga
Was in free fall descending, but i’m recharged with incentives
Got street smarts and business I will evolve with a vengeance
In the eons of adventure till' I’m beyond a legend
You just keep calm in the tetris
But I know that there’s more than meets the eye
So I close mine, I get Stevie’s sight
Growls in the key of knife, finds a beat to slice
Designed to free a mind, at the speed of light
Doing espionage
On some do or die shit like Im Julian Assange
Volcanic nigga man I’m bout to blow up
Panoramic picture from Heimlich maneuvers
Got eses in L.a.
with muy cilantro
With my lawyer in New York «where the Parmesancho»
And we plotting on these fucking mooleys
Boiler behind the toilet like I’m Michael
Fuck love, I prefer a the strip club
To get the devil out my head I’ma rhino
Drunk driving and I can’t lie man i fucking love fighting
Fucking love watching a tough giant get struck by lightning
Hit the mud diving
Got touched lightly
Told my boxing coach «Look old man I’ma power puncher»
I need em' down on the ground ain’t got a hour nigga
I got that Mike Tyson temper give me like 5 avengers
They might fly in the sky but that won’t ride in my dimension
From Aarhus to L.A. 9 hours in the airwaves
I get bored on airplanes
So I got crunk to sustain me
Muslim last name u know they’ll interrogate me
But I’m even more Bukowski, when a nigga rowdy
U got nothing on me im outy
In my seat and I’m acting like a asshole
More drinks shut that baby up pronto
Upon arrival hit my homie in oOC
Get inspired by that old money
Hit the corporate buildings where they throat cutty
U gon throat cut me u don’t know throat cutting
After that, Sunset boulevard, raves, and pull a broad
Of Course i go and break a law
Misdemeanor villain man I can’t get caught
Got my license to ill that’s a danish passport