Don’t Let the Smooth Taste Fool You

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Infinity Knives - Rap

Don’t Let the Smooth Taste Fool You

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[Intro] A brown person spit in your hamburger and eat it right in front of you and call you a nig- [Chorus] Whole lotta gang shit, bang, bang, bang, bitch Strapped up, nigga, we slidin' Me and Knives on the run, twelve on our tail Libs mad 'cause we shot Joe Biden Turnin' on the news, everybody cryin' We ain't scared, we ain't hidin' We ain't goin' peaceful, we ridin' I-95-in', Knives ain't got a license so I'm drivin' Cops behind us, we don't hear sirens Ducked off, vibin', I'm not dyin' in silence Plus, I got a 8 ball up under my privates [Verse 1] Nation of Islam is feds Malcolm X found out and that's why he's dead Told my shrink he's gotta changе my med Go to D.C. and chop heads Killed all thе buffalo and burned the teepees Resurrect Nat Turner with a bong and a Ouija Kids with the squeegees, givin' 'em pistols So they can rob crackers instead of cleanin' your windows That would be awesome, her salad I'm tossin' One day you're here, the next you Butch Dawson Niggas said no more sorries and wound up apologisin', that ain't fuckin' right Feds got cameras, we got hammers How you gettin' block money? You from Indiana You ain't no tough guy, you scammer Mario Kart, use yo' bananas Turn the whole car to a Maxi Pad Have his whole brain leakin' on the Plexiglas Bunch a fake guns at your video shoot They don't wanna rap, they just wanna look cute They just wanna sing like Troop They just wanna sell out like Snoop I'm hoppin' out the plane with grenades, no 'chute [Chorus] Whole lotta gang shit, bang, bang, bang, bitch Strapped up, nigga, we slidin' Me and Knives on the run, twelve on our tail Libs mad 'cause we shot Joe Biden Turnin' on the news, everybody cryin' We ain't scared, we ain't hidin' We ain't goin' peaceful, we ridin' I-95-in', Knives ain't got a license so I'm drivin' Cops behind us, we don't hear sirens Ducked off, vibin', I'm not dyin' in silence Plus, I got a 8 ball up under my... [Verse 2] Nobody knows shit, everybody just guessin' Die with the lie, don't start confessin' I start wars over chord progressions Niggas ain't stunners, they just motherfuckin' runners Sleep whole winters, wake up and eat summers Blind can feel me, bitch, I been braille Conspiracy theories, I rap chemtrails We got bombs in the mail Amtrack trains get derailed Raised by Biggie, good blow, and black tail They put perfection on a cross with a nail [Verse 4] I'm Jesus, no cross, off a couple of rails Made my coke dealer rich off a couple of sales Exposed the red tiles and chop off the scales They worship pedophiles like Socrates I'm nigga Robin Hood, come rob with me But make sure they can't afford they doctors' fees 'Cause democracy is sodomy Look, even with your hands on the wheel, pigs shoot to kill That's why we throw parties when cops get killed And I don't really miss my pops for real [Instrumental]

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