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Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/382iZ... iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/stu... Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/music/a... Order a physical copy of the album and merchandise: junkmusic.ca Brought to you by Releafed : https://www.releafed.com/ Produced by: ENG Mixed by: Jamie Kuse Mastered by: Jamie Kuse Album: (Released On: June 22nd , 2017) Junk Music Inc / Stealth Bomb Records © 2017 All Rights Reserved. Junk Social Media Links: IG: https://www.instagram.com/junk_nwd/?h... FB:   / junkfanpage   Twitter: https://twitter.com/junknwd?lang=en LYRICS: 1st Verse: Step 1 Fuck a gun leave your tech on the dresser see I just caught me a body no need to go get him a stretcher I’m out here deading some records with being mentally clever I could get a set of Barettas through some metal detectors I’m using, new angles this is Newton with science I ruin you rhymers then sun you like the moon was in hiding while driving staring out the sunroof at the lunar alignment you better, check yoself like the swoosh on ya Nikes my crew it is shining luminous lighting rubies and diamonds bars are blowing up the spot should be recruited by ISIS as if my crew was Al Qaeda bbbb boom in the cypher, pick you off one by one like I was shooting with snipers acoustic killing in the studio a musical tyrant this is how being sign feel no Julia Dreyfus, stealth bomb yea we rule like lion there ain’t a future for you newbies this is nuclear violence/ (bomb) “dialogue” 2nd Verse: Uh I’m about to stick up rappers, let’s go and grip some ratchets man i got that shit that CLAP UP you little trick ass GANGSTERS/ you ain’t tough in that camera you ain’t done shit bruh ACTOR, you sleeping with the fishes turn ya whole clique into batter, i’m shooting everybody i got that heavy army plus got benillis popping i’m whipping work on the stove yea I’m fetty wopping I’m sipping syrup make a toast yea I’m steady mobbing i rock fur on my coats yea expensive foxes, for a nickle or a loonie got my finger on the ruger favourite pistol is a uzi bars in the booth fresh out of prison like I’m Gucci/ got cars by the the pool and some bitches in jacuzzis/ I pistol whip while I listen to Lil Boosy/ now let me flip the script to this picture it’s just a movie/ this shit was just fiction I did it just so I could prove it. that y’all spit whatever to sell a million units/ stupid “dialogue” 3rd Verse: I’m killing em rappers on video cameras original patterns I have em/ no biscuit or jammers no clips of bananas to stick in the hammer just rappin/ no bitch in Atlanta no sipping on fanta no syrup in that cup no dranking/ with diction and grammar I’m bigger and badder no kid on the planet can match it/ I’m killing em by the bazillion buy me a vial of the ritalin high like reptilian every line that I write is deliberate ride and then die with my militants I am a mile above 90 percent of em’ why you pretending then? I am not Eminem I am the type to get wild when I rhyme and get live with adrenaline/ My persona’s Whitey Bulger mixed with Ayatollah Michael Jorda I got high euphoria say ya saionoras to the way that you do things I’m changing the state of the music least I am making a major improvement raging on you like Volcano Vesuvius, and in case ya were clueless, I do not fuck with no shady producers rock it so hard in the booth that I made it to Houston body a feature so hard that these rappers aren’t able to use em, so call me wigger cracker if you think it matters flipping styles how to kill a rapper.