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Gunshowers - BADBADNOTGOOD & Ghostface Killah (Ft. ​eLZhi)
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Gunshowers BADBADNOTGOOD & Ghostface Killah (Ft. ​eLZhi)

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Gunshowers - BADBADNOTGOOD & Ghostface Killah (Ft. ​eLZhi)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live, we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries, son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind, body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour with gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav' to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly-ass poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy, I could change a generation
The X-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation

[Verse 2: eLZhi]
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don
No one in your circle can box me, that's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain’t bangin' heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread, wetting their sheets spread
So, nigga, holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
It's butterfly like them shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who lay them face down and ass up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I keep a bed with dimepieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
'Cause on the contrary
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick
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