paroles de chanson C. O. N. T. (feat. Sankofa) - ChuckBrownLyrics
We
gon'
make
it;
Fuck
the
frail
shit
We
tip
the
scales
that
Jada
weighed
the
wales
with
We
reveal
that
skill's
not
commonplace
So
we
dominate,
Cat
O'
Nine
Tail
whip
I
can
make
a
rapper
submit,
no
playlist
(That
that)
that
or
just
switch
locations
Rap
fans
never
just
give
ovations
My
clap
back
is
legit
occasion
So
rack
that,
I'm
finna
get
more
weights
in
Scratch
that,
I'ma
convince
those
hatin
To
back
track
off
the
strength
Bo
Jackson
(Bo
Jackson)
Cause
he
didn't
lift
or
take
shit
Let
me
cook;
give
you
nothing
but
homemade
shit
They
get
shook
when
the
killer
is
close,
pacin
With
no
conscience,
a
collection
of
cold
cases
That's
On
the
books
- no
convictions
or
probation
I
keep
moving
quicker
than
those
chasin
And
leave
numerous
victims
with
no
traces
This
mic
booth
murderer
smooth
as
Ice
Cube's
convertible
After
breakfast
with
no
bacon
We
gon'
make
it;
Fuck
the
frail
shit
We
tip
the
scales
that
Jada
weighed
the
wales
with
We
reveal
that
skill's
not
commonplace
So
we
dominate,
Cat
O'
Nine
Tail
whip
We
gon'
make
it;
Fuck
the
frail
shit
We
tip
the
scales
that
Jada
weighed
the
wales
with
We
reveal
that
skill's
not
commonplace
So
we
dominate,
Cat
O'
Nine
Tail
whip
Streets
are
talking,
gutters
gurgle
with
sewer
grates
Step
inside
it
all
for
a
moment
only
to
lose
your
place
Maneuver
at
superhuman
rates,
my
mind
is
alchemy
Lead
down
a
path
of
golden
silence
with
emboldened
tyrants
Derrick
Coleman,
Jersey
waving
the
four
four
Got
me
jumping
for
Joi
like
Big
Gipp
at
divorce
court
Alimony
love
in
the
middle,
of
the
floorboard
Callous
thrones,
where
we
at,
shriveled
in
a
morgue,
warm
I
express
myself,
don't
even
need/require
the
lane
My
brain
is
the
art,
traffic
frame
of
mind
these
biters
trying
to
obtain
What
a
tangled
web,
in
Bangladesh
spiders
are
gliding
away
Given
props
before
the
time
of
the
day,
saliva
the
blade
Rivals
arrive
in
a
cape
I'm
bringing
the
thread
to
sew
it
into
a
bag
Holding
it
down
for
decades,
but
they're
beginning
to
brag
Bringing
a
tag
along,
autograph
it,
the
caustic
classic
Iconoclastic
the
trauma
launching
into
the
thoughts
of
boss
sporadic
We
gon'
make
it;
Fuck
the
frail
shit
We
tip
the
scales
that
Jada
weighed
the
wales
with
We
reveal
that
skill's
not
commonplace
So
we
dominate,
Cat
O'
Nine
Tail
whip
We
gon'
make
it;
Fuck
the
frail
shit
We
tip
the
scales
that
Jada
weighed
the
wales
with
We
reveal
that
skill's
not
commonplace
So
we
dominate,
Cat
O'
Nine
Tail
whip
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