
Falcon and the Snowman Andre Nickatina (Ft. Equipto)
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[Intro: Equipto]
Yes yes yes
[Verse 1: Equipto]
I infect the whole set and collect the cash
And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
Got long range ain't trippin, let's flip it to into small change
Then kick it parlay
Exchangin' back to back rhymin'
Word play but late for the studio timin'
And can't wait for the hate and feedback
I snap (skat) when I break down the weed in my rap
[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
[Verse 3: Equipto]
Oh ho, fa sho we can blow some mo'
While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas)
I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's
I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play off loose I execute
On site you're too hype, you might get snatched
Just like your gold chain and no name raps
Yes yes yes
[Verse 1: Equipto]
I infect the whole set and collect the cash
And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
Got long range ain't trippin, let's flip it to into small change
Then kick it parlay
Exchangin' back to back rhymin'
Word play but late for the studio timin'
And can't wait for the hate and feedback
I snap (skat) when I break down the weed in my rap
[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
[Verse 3: Equipto]
Oh ho, fa sho we can blow some mo'
While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas)
I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's
I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play off loose I execute
On site you're too hype, you might get snatched
Just like your gold chain and no name raps
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