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    LE SON DU JOUR : PRhyme (Royce da 5’9 & Dj Premier) ft. Logic, « Mode »

    « Yeah, fall in line to fall back
    Big L’s technique, Pun’s grammar
    Before the roof went in the trunk
    The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
    My sickness should remind you of Christmas
    Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa
    Understand there will be no rematch
    The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of
    (Nickel Nine the God)
    You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong
    Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on
    I grab a hold of this 44 alone and let it go
    More than a 4 year old singing the frozen song
    I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck you with
    Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready
    To collide with with a force to be reckoned with”
    Do you boys know who you messing with?
    I’m wit, messing with niggas destiny shit Im from the midwest
    I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
    Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
    Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death
    Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
    Bitch or my bitch? it don’t matter cause you with my ex
    The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
    Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me
    Spooning with a dime looking like
    Lucy Liu, or something to my broom
    Looking like a huge China drawer
    I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
    Find me in the bodying department
    When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me
    Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
    I man up, lifted the can up
    Killed the killer who ran up scared
    When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
    You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs »

    Musique Le son du jour Logic