Hellraiser

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The Beatnuts - Rap, Boom Bap

Hellraiser

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[Intro] Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo! [Scratched Intro] Try to play me close and get roast Damn, my ears are burning hot [Verse 1: Fashion] Damn, my ears are burning hot I think I got faking the funk motherfucks up in my spot They know I'm gonna blow so they press up on The Kool I gets dissed like a fool when I'm gone So get out and leave me alone, close my door Gotta whisper 'cause I got some fucking ears on my floor They're trying to catch on to see who I'm giving the hood There it is square biz, don't take my kids [Verse 2: Psycho Les] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand And, behind my back, talk shit to the next man Click, bam, into your block You got beats, but stop, your shit is wack [Verse 3 : Juju] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal Cause I don't play, some say my style's type criminal And we can get down, yo for real Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker [Chorus] Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers [Verse 4: Psycho Les] You see me and I see you But you still want to act like you don't see me, cool Years ago an A&R dissed our fucking demos and said that shit was gar- -bage, you big-time bitch, blow me Your label's shit and you'll regret it in a moment Now you eat dilz, while I puff on the Phils And still, you can't comprehend your skills [Verse 5: Fashion] You remember the time, only after I performed Called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm But, Blue, no matter what you do You can't trick this kid, too cool, I thought you knew, fool [Chorus] Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers [Verse 6: JuJu] Now, I got you trapped, feeling weak and nervous Word up, 'cause I be strapped like the Secret Service The cops, they run me down for the guns I be wielding I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings Time to go to war, to the raiser, now I'ma flip Ripping more niggas than an axe in a horror flick Doing mad crime, I remember the days well The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell [Verse 7: Psycho Les] I don't want to have to snuff nobody I just drank my twenty-fifth coke with Bacardi Try to play me close and get roast, sucker [Outro: Juju] Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers

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Credits

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  • Juju (Beatnuts)
  • Psycho Les
  • Al’ Tariq