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Anarxist - Seattle Says Hello Lyrics

[Chorus]
Get a Charlotte, ain't talkin' no TikTok
White snow, get-man, [?] long
K-K-Kickin' a [?], this is 'bout the bookshop
Mans set his gas to the end of the Gecko
End wit' the wife at his [?] and I know he finna go-go
Scream but he can't hold them to shut up
He'll [?], sit down, [?] (What?), yeah

[Verse 1]
Man took his life in his hands for the plan just to get that paper
Throw a couple bands to the bank, that smoke [?], but ain't no favor
Man, get pain in a pain, but your focus neither
Man took his grills but never gon' practice the difference in his soul, darn fact
Aimin' wit' a rare gun, lyrics like you wrong, thot
Scared when I'm on top, hectic problems off sight
Shitty clothes, not Off-White
I don't ride waves, I just dig your graves
Tic-tac, hexagon, make your boy like Pentagon
Six years in the making, I'm a killer who is breaking
Back on my bullshit, feelin' like Tucid
Aimin' Glock pack like a killer Wolfpack
So simple, like a pistol, put it to your temple
Make the [?]

[Bridge]
Pull a trigger wit' a finger, can't resist it
You're soulistic, a statistic, rhyme ballistic
Uh, what the fuck am I supposed to rhyme anymore, dude
[Chorus]
Get a Charlotte, ain't talkin' no TikTok
White snow, get-man, [?] long
K-K-Kickin' a [?], this is 'bout the bookshop
Mans set his gas to the end of the Gecko
End wit' the wife at his [?] and I know he finna go-go
Scream but he can't hold them to shut up
He'll [?], sit down, [?]

[Verse 2]
(And the bass keep knocking like, haha)
I might run you over like you is a dough
I might just come and shake that shit like it's PlayDoh (Haha)
But I got money, I don't call it dough (Dough)
I got smarts so you can call me just Plato
Throw the free-throws, stuck in sheep's clothes (Uh-huh)
I'm in beast mode
I'm the east through the west-coast, don't need to say a thing, though (Nah-nah)
Rap his ass like a temple, now you're trapped somewhere, it's your cellphone
I'm the only one that's well-known from the chart to my backbone
I hit it like a cyclone, feed you to the freeze zone
I'm in a Keystone, fuck it in beast mode like EQ, fuck (Fuck me)
Ha, yeah

[Verse 3]
I-I-I could tell you are a bitch 'cause you think I ain't shit
Run up on a fool, he think I ain't real 'cause I'm not a myth
Got only the pieces to [?] in the weakness
Keep on wishin' 'til you see it, then you rappin' for the sweetness
Kick it off in the breech until you screechin' like you sleepless (Who?)
Oh yeah, and it's you
I ain't here to tell you anything but it's true