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      Rapp Snitch Knishes (ft. Mr. Fantastik)

      Rapp Snitch Knishes (ft. Mr. Fantastik)

      MF Doom

      Album: MM..Food

      MF Doom - Rapp Snitch Knishes (ft. Mr. Fantastik) Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      (feat. Mr. Fantastik)
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      Yo..
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      Yo
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      MF Doom
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      Mr. Fantastik
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      Mr. Fantastik
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      The villain
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      What up, nigga?
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      Ain't nuttin, what's the word?
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      What's cracking, boy?
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      Same ol' shit, kid
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      Man..rap snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the fuck man
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      You telling me
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything, anything!
      
      [Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik]
      Rap snitches, tellin all their business
      Sit in the court and be they own star witness
      Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here
      Fuck around and get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
      
      [Mr. Fantastik]
      Type profile low, like ay get paid in full
      Attract heavy cash cuz the game's centrifical
      Mister Fantastik long though like elastic
      Got my life between glocks, it's made out of plastic
      Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass bastard
      Admiring my style so I bust through Manhattan
      Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickest
      My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the stickiest
      Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
      When beef jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride
      Two to the ski mask, New York's my origin
      Play a fake gangsta like a old accordian
      Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed in
      Complication from the wild testimony was thin
      Caused his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again
      Blame rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican
      [Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it doesn't end with "Huh"]
      Rap snitches, tellin all their business
      Sit in the court and be they own star witness
      Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right here
      Fuck around get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
      
      [MF Doom]
      True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
      Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
      Yeah yeah tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill
      Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin still
      Informer, keep it up and get tested
      Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
      He keep a lab down south in the little beast
      So much heat you woulda thought it was the middle east
      A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin
      Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers grinnin
      Hittin on many trees, feel real linen
      Spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men
      Where no brains but gum flap
      He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
      (Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
      MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      You know what I'm saying? It's a terrible-crazy, man
      Just analyzing this all game, it's bugged out
      Niggaz snitching..telling on them allselves
      
      [MF Doom: Talking]
      It's a horror, man..
      
      [Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
      Fuck around..and get anybody bagged, man..
      Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga..
      You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling nigga
      [Laughter]

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