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​Intro

This song is by clipping. and appears on the album CLPPNG (2014).

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Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves
Somebody been selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again
The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to leave the den of thieves
And hooligans ready to fettuccine the noodles of any cook looking new to the kitchen
Cooking up wishes and powder, lour the pan and the cake will bake even better
The cheddar stay in the refrigerator to keep it fresh until it's on
Every day is preparation for Armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you want to get on one or on two
Get three stacks and bring it back to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin'
Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but he's goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, 'cause they comin' through sweepin'
And nobody got a problem sweepin' over you
Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get over, get past it or suck a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning back
So quit back spinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where they at
Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and probably eating the map
Verses versus the hearses, Versace versus the nerves and the pain
Slang, it seems to be a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't
They the same folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint or the block after the rain
Fucker, prepare for the storm
Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm, the spoken word is weak
Scream motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You ain't even even gotta sleep, don't sleep, it's Clipping bitch