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Pepper The Presence (ft. Gvts)

DatMurray on July 23, 2013 00:46

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    Remix of Peppermint Tint by Riff Raff.

    (MURRAY)
    Voice so peppermint pepper the presence I give.
    Cinnamon scented sentences send em in
    Hide the kids
    They don't need to be seeing this shit
    Seed in the brain, no seed in the strain
    Roll up another candy cane
    Got my stripes like Adidas
    Seated believing they might see us
    But most blind to the fact
    So I get held back
    Like your darkest secrets
    Riff Raff track . Murray rap
    Mummy wrapped . Soul intact
    Sold a sack . To buy a pack
    Sell green crack to ya culdesac
    Just small bags
    No need to brag
    I'm just fucking happy when they call me back
    Small bread but that shit can stack
    Lay on loafs like pillows
    Carry dread on my back
    Backpack stacked hunched like a weeping willow
    Everyday killing father time
    While mother earths a weeping widow
    Looking through that window of opportunity
    As it begins to dwindle
    Anyways
    My feet on fire
    I'm stepping out the oven
    Your attire is looking tired
    Time to give yo class some loving
    Taking questions on whats required
    After class no need for shuving
    Mr. Murray whats your secret
    Magicians reveal nothing

    Voice so peppermint pepper the presence I give.

    (GVTS)
    Hippy swag
    flippin hip hop
    out a zip-lock bag
    Mason jars of bars
    sweeter than Mars
    bite it and get a cavity
    I'm breakin the laws of gravity
    they sayin these haters I have to please
    but casually I leave causalities with ease,
    please
    hold your fucking tongue
    i'm fucking young,
    i'm fucking dumb
    i'm all fucked up
    i'm ducking funds
    I'm havin fun, I'm livin it up
    Don't have a gun, cuz killing is fucked
    I prefer to mind control,
    subliminal, a higher soul
    there's acid in the potato salad
    flavor blasted
    gravy addict
    crazy bastard
    lazy magic
    blazing cabbage
    hazy static
    fillin my blunt with the weed from your bag
    chillin up front while you lames in the back
    Vlln as fuck, what you know about swag?
    I aint got shit but the clothes on my back
    and the green crack in the backpack on max
    so loud, turnin up the volume
    spittin corrosive ichor
    quicker to drip to the floor
    and dissolve through
    coming out of my tongue's tongue
    vilified as the one, unh
    an alien,
    super saiyan
    i'm savin em
    and enslavin em
    ha,
    check the spectacle,
    an extra terrestrial
    balls to the wall
    plus I bring an extra testicle

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