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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "Come Clean" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. Jeru The Damaja

    You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked
    If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck
    I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé
    Your nine spray, my mind spray
    Malignant mist that'll leave comp defunkt
    The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk
    You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
    You won't survive get live catching wreck is our thing
    I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
    The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
    I'm a true master you can check my credentials
    Cause I choose to use my infinite potential

    Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow
    Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
    So deep that you can't scuba dive
    My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas
    I've accumulated honeys all across the map
    Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap
    In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac
    I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac
    My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
    It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state
    Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist
    You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this
    I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
    You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
    Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

    Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!

    Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
    Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
    Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble
    Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
    You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing
    That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
    Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
    I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
    Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
    Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
    Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
    When I'm busting ass and breaking backs
    Inhale the putrified aroma
    Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
    Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
    And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker
    I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank
    Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks

    When the East is in the house you should come equipped

    Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!

    Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet
    Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
    Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke
    With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
    Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
    Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center
    Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
    The tek's technique cause he's a technician
    Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
    The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock
    Hard rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
    You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya
    Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you
    And you don't got your crew
    Pull your Glock but you don't got the heart
    You was webbed straight from the start
    Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
    Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
    Just for fronting you got that ass whipped

    Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Kendrick Jeru Davis, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Tyrone Taylor, Shelly Manne, Chris E. Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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