Dirty Laundry

We illuminate
Not Illuminati
So play your part
Before the party
You can call it art
This my dirty laundry
I feel like Dirty Harry
You feeling lucky punk?
I love it when the body slump dumped in the cemetery
Survival of the villains by any means necessary
HAHAHAHA

This is fam
I feel like Ip Man
They test my dexterity and then I switch hands
I stay peddling, no kick stand
Went from pesky kids meddling
To a league of extraordinary gentleman
In one given life span
All in the auditorium for the audio advance
I need a Delorean to fix this alternative ending
The memory best served as a flashback

Nightmare on Maryland
A pair of derelicts
Couldn't tell em shit
You could tell by the smell of it
Dont trip keep a spliff on the lip
Slump in the whip
I'm equipped with quip
My equipment is rich
They equpiment is ripped
Nah, won't quit til the fuck shit is RIP
In my clique fuck shit don't exist
Ya clique get eclipsed
Catch a punch in the ribs
I didn't spit this verse, I took a piss

I get weird sometimes
Cus the devils raise levels at night
If you scared let that fear subside
Paranoia is awareness watch out one time
I think I see a ghost
Nah just a buster
Raise your glass lets toast to another
Until they call my number
Slump

We illuminate
Not Illuminati
So play your part
Before the party
You can call it art
This my dirty laundry
I feel like Dirty Harry
You feeling lucky punk?

AHH

You are one uh-gly mutha fucka



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Agudelo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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