
Town Business Das Racist (Ft. Kassa Overall)
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[Verse 1: Kassa Overall]
Freeze! Motherfucker, I'm ill, fuck a fuckin' deal
Spit it how I feel, cooking up a meal
Before I make a mil', I'm a take a pill
Red pill, blue pill, tell me how you feel
(Motherfucker, I'm ill) Never lost in the sauce
Paid the cost to be the boss
(Motherfucker, I'm ill) For real, cold as a ice box
I get it in every day like white socks
And I'm on the come-up like the right stock
And I eat MCs like livestock
So when the heat on, mufucka I chill
You know why? Cause (motherfucker, I'm ill)
So please pay attention to the moves made
Either that or fall off like a toupee
Or something like the end of a new day
Cause life's a gamble, Russian roulette
If you got the juice, please don't spill
But I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm ill)
Keep on tracks I kill, me a murderer?
(Motherfucker, I'm ill)
And this shit right here, call it history
Make the king disappear, officially
I'm here to claim the hill, get jacked like Jill
Cause mother-mother-mother-motherfucker I'm ill
(No, Please!)
Freeze! Motherfucker, I'm ill, fuck a fuckin' deal
Spit it how I feel, cooking up a meal
Before I make a mil', I'm a take a pill
Red pill, blue pill, tell me how you feel
(Motherfucker, I'm ill) Never lost in the sauce
Paid the cost to be the boss
(Motherfucker, I'm ill) For real, cold as a ice box
I get it in every day like white socks
And I'm on the come-up like the right stock
And I eat MCs like livestock
So when the heat on, mufucka I chill
You know why? Cause (motherfucker, I'm ill)
So please pay attention to the moves made
Either that or fall off like a toupee
Or something like the end of a new day
Cause life's a gamble, Russian roulette
If you got the juice, please don't spill
But I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm ill)
Keep on tracks I kill, me a murderer?
(Motherfucker, I'm ill)
And this shit right here, call it history
Make the king disappear, officially
I'm here to claim the hill, get jacked like Jill
Cause mother-mother-mother-motherfucker I'm ill
(No, Please!)
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