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Bishop Nehru feat Que Hampton - Exhale lyrics

Yeah, yeah, fuck is up nigga?
Suburban Shoguns out this bitch, nigga
On some exhale shit
Fuck wrong with you niggas?
'Bout to take over this Hip-Hop shit
Y'all niggas ain't Hip-Hop artists, y'all niggas is rappers
Get that shit right
We out here, nigga

Check it, crack flows cracked floors when I'm stepping on
Your sound waves never heard it coming, nigga death did
Shit you gotta respect it, the Shogun on the record
Bound to chop the top off billboard slots
The autopsy read his head is departed from the necklace, the lettuce
So love Christ you get the message
Godly with this shit
So refreshing to know I got the flow to do in a dude reckless
Nigga sword to the stu'

I'm battering lives with the pad n' the mic, bashin' the trife
Flows make em' grab for a knife
Before hoes thought he would go postal
Now I'm killing em' global with all of these cold flows
Niggas don't know
How they gon' hate?
They stay saying I'm cocky
Niggas is not me, they back nigga don't jock me
I kill em' no probably, got mad bills no Cosby
Started mad autopsies, who the fuck is gon' stop me?

Que and the ruder niggas you figure it get no iller if
Iggy was with me the semi would surely hit ya
The mind a lethal weapon, I wreck it with lethal seconds
I'm lethal with the nine
So the breath will leave you at seven
Can't stand a sixteen, goddamn I spit mean
My flow slit wrists, hit arteries, just shit
My jet stream don't let em' get steam, I mean bad business
Show you what will happen in a casket, rap business

Crossin' the seas in different seasons
Leavin' beats in defeat when I'm speakin'
People greeting a God cause I go harder
Any track know I slaughter, could probably sleep with ya daughter

I'll be on a-mission to straight riches
Niggas ask to get on track, they axe missin'
And in fact, I act missin', now I'm the cat that dissin'
I'm a lion, niggas lying, they ain't beating this kitten

Awe shit, I'm rapping mad ign'ant
The black cat bad luck, but attacking with the writtens
Attacking all the kittens, they have to get their lickings
Eat it up, and beat it up, keys will lock dreams for cream
Drop-top beams, my themes drop top mean, she fiends for top speed
Which means hot rod fiend, never drop keys or weed in my pocket
A lighter to spark it in the heart that beats, beats, and beats the hardest

Me n' Que Ham go Rambo, where's the ammo
Niggas ran home, we dismantle your mans hole
Jock and handle, these grand flows, we hot as a candle
So know that the fans go demand more

No name drops, niggas not insane
They'll be all black like a gothic gang
Got this game in a lock
It's strange cause nauseous lames spit all this nonsense
That still got this fame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a motherfucking shame
Cover: Bishop Nehru feat Que Hampton - Exhale
  • strictlyFLOWz

  • Year
  • 2013

  • Genre

  • Submitted
  • Jul 17, 2013

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