Letra de Bajocero (Pre-Order Track) - Tech N9ne, Zkeircrow, Phlaque The Grimstress

(Feat. Zkeircrow, Phlaque The Grimstress)

Crow

Phlaque

Tech

Mat

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He burns in char with that flow

But I'm colder than the eastern and Arctic plateau

Thinkin' I might go turn me up

Think into hypothermia

Fight to burn me, was returned an artist that (Blows!) like a porn bitch

Took his MC stance hands out of his armpits

Never to perform shit

'Cause of the gift I was born with

He was wearin' the garments that form fit

So it was carnage

Leavin' family to mourn his death of a non-rhythm-having ass nigga

I'm allergic like the homeless on the curb is

To down to Himalaya breakin' purses

He said from hell he bustin', ry to melt me, what?

My flow on freeze stay 94 degrees celcius

Freeze Misa speed by ya, my speech higher

You breathe fire and keep lighters, I need neither!

These cyphers leave biters to be lifeless MCs [?Rikers?]

Trying to take the ice of an Elijah

Spit Siberian wind, pick the scary and sin

Slick like alien skin, Scorsese pen

Niggas hazy and thin, competition ain't them

My position ascends, got you shivering in your Timbs

Technique at peak, no leak, temperature dropping

Wet feet we heap, and creep, you'll see 'em bobbing

Flow so Alaska, slow-mo or faster

Chokehold like asthma, dope cold, you bastards

No flex, I'm colder than the Boomerang Nebula

Watching Chiller on the regular

You irregular, perplexed, I'm forever uhh

Breaking records raising temperatures

Aha, Phlaque check, the type of shit you ain't had yet

But I'm nice like if you purchased your wife ice baguettes

The heathens are freezing while looking at my assets

Salty I gave them foggy glasses, I'm glaciated

That's why everybody is satiated

They belated off what the ASYA created

Nobody's fucking with the KC Native

All the mothers up against me are crazy, dated

Thi-this is Nnutthowze

This is Nnutthowze

Thi-thi-this-this is Nnutthowze

This Nnutthowze

So cold, s-so cold, s-so so-so-so cold, s-so cold, s-so cold, s-s-so cold

I'm so winter, I'm so winter, I'm so winter, I'm so-so-so-so winter

You blew hot at the top, the model fellow

(What?) We bajocero!

You choose pop, over rock, and follow mellow

(What?) We bajocero!

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