Yeah, fuck y'all. Yo. [Verse One] Rap assassin, catch me in trenchcoat flashing Son of law, hate the Jake with a passion Control the street, hold heat
Eu sou um Negro Gato de arrepiar Essa minha historia e mesmo de amargar So mesmo de um telhado aos outros desacato Eu sou um Negro Gato Minha triste
Violet It bleeds purple behind lucid eyes Negatives flash reverse of real life Promises made with India ink Bit your lip there's a flush in your cheeks
When they talked her eyes were wide as a wildcat's in the night she seemed so hard pressed for air so he calmed her and smoothed her hair they sat under
Je travaille au "Chat Botte" Dans le centre-ville, Je vends l'hiver et l'ete, des mules en reptile C'est mon destin je suppose, J'ai quinze ans d' maison
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: I dream a new name I don't care about anyone The herd laughed at my writing My dream writing I write no more But I still dream I write no more
: When they talked her eyes were wide as a wildcat's in the night she seemed so hard pressed for air so he calmed her and smoothed her hair they sat