Enma

Album cover art for "Enma" by Shwabadi & PE$O PETE

Shwabadi & PE$O PETE - Rap, East Coast Rap

Enma

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[Intro: Shwabadi & PE$O PETE] Aye, 'Badi, PE$O, yuh Why it sound like- Oh, so you just gonna take my tag? Yeah you get it, okay Okay, look [Verse: Shwabadi & PE$O PETE] Ay, look at me wrong, you get defaced Take off their head and replace it, deep fake I copped a milly, broke bitch, you don't relate Smoke like a rasta, you catching a green fade He telling Fabvl's think he survive Three Blades Cut him in half just like prices at cheapskates You couldn't match, I don't even unsheath blades No sword style, I swing and his teeth break I passed the mic up to PE$O cause I got the stick from Ryuma, this shit is a relay Chop get you cropped out the shot with no retakes, this shit a sport to me, play you like EA Beating his ass, he get packed like a breifcase, yelling out Enma, I cut em like cheesecake Hometown kicking, we came from the east way, spin his shit, flipped, chopped, shit, I'm a DJ Ooh, fighting with this type of Haki, man, don't get involved Sugar ain't sweet, you get stitched like a doll Running a fade, how my problems get solved Pilfer your liquor, I'm chugging it all All this green in my head, man, I keep getting lost I might be Nami, the stick got 'em shocked If you start talking I'm cutting- If you start talking I'm cutting you off! Enma, the metal got separate bodies like continental drift On my mental shit leave no evidence, war my medicine Haki make three black bars like it's censorship Haki make three black bars, like you scribbled out sentences Best in the crew and you don't have a membership Man or woman, this blades aim is genderless An equal opportunity fade, man, I'm feminist Hack and I slash, make em crash for my benefit Fuck with my regiment, leaving him pieced on the premises Two years, two more blades was the genesis, now on my Enma shit Name out my nemesis, difference is evident Cut him in sections, turn body to evidence Ain't a long list of hits could be better than Ain't a lotta hits till Jits is irrelevant Yuh, what he said, you are not in this club, you don't sit with us Three sword hit the shit is ridiculous Bitch, I need to get buzzed, go fill a cup Slash it, casket, bitch, I'm gon' fill it up This ain't confessional, still got you spilling guts This shit is credible, you know we can get results If you speaking over us, then I- If you speaking over us, then I interrupt Big metal body, my Haki on harden Reach for the top, that's a stretch like my sergeant Curry, I shoot with the threes, you can't guard him For the green we can fight, little garden Sparring, I do not fuck with that jargon Spartan, three hundred cuts in my target You can not rap little bitch you ain't barring One thousand chapters and you ain't that far in Barge in, pop out the sky with no harness Cut em, his blood prolly staining my garments Sense of direction? I need me a Garmin Blade so big that it's changing the rhyme scheme Bar so sharp that it cut up your rhyme sheet Undetectable moves, you won't find me Crime scene, they don't recognize the Drip on Visene, clique so slimy Black and White blade, green top, like Zetsu Maki with the cursed tool, Sendai Kitetsu Err, wait, one more, my hero blade how the Tetsu test you [Outro: PE$O PETE & Shwabadi (spoken)] So you just gon do a My Hero bar? Right? No Come on bro! No, no, no, no Alright, whatever We out of here

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Credits

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  • Shwabadi
  • PE$O PETE