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Tha Problem
Iigh whas poppin off ? Im mike a.k.a Problem, im a Philadelphia rapper out the 215..Im 18 an on mah grind nah mean, so it is what it is...Um if yu got any questions or if yu tryn collab get at me on my s.n. (Tha215Problem)...Iigh ? 100
-- Scream At Me
Lyrics
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Watch ya back before yu-get-snuffed..
I'll come to the hood, where yu-set-up..
Test-us, dont worry i gotchu-fags..
Watch-ya-spazz, as i come threw an pop-ya-fags..
Mouth closed, just stop the brags..
See the consiquences mockin-has..
On top-of-that, i can hop-on-tracks..
That'll leave yu an ya boiz left in body-bags..
Verse 1:
No beefin, im real-kidd..
Seal-it or get popped, dont worry, ya wont even feel-it..
Take ya lid righ off like mah winds-flowen..
An ull be left dead so quick, yu wouldnt even-kno-it..
Raise the gun well ill lift-it-higher..
Let it spit-sum-fire, im problem a.k.a the Missfit-Child..
Be ready cas i packed-mah-lead..
Aim for the back-ya-head..then let it be brrraaat,-ya-dead..
So hop off before i hit-the-glock..
Cas itll leave 2 into ya basket like a midranged-shot..
Yu to bitch to even take-tha-gun..
But-im-not, so yu betta try an, escape-an-run..
Run Run kiddie run, go-ya-fastest..
But the bullits travel faster, from the moment-i-blast-it..
Ya body they will not pass-it..
Witch gives yu a new home, inside-of-a-casket..
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Verse 2:
Know yu standen before-a-vet..
Got ya soldiers droppin tears, like they standen before-tha-vet..
Cus ya lost-in-trouble..ya yu cought-a-double..
Rocked ya chin like i was boxen Barny-Rubble..
Leave yu standen on-top-the-flame..
Butain spits, droppin shit that will stop-ya-veins..
Cassidy aint the onli time yu feelin-tha-problem..
How i get my name from him..wen im really-ya-problem..
Yu kno wat i could do-to-yu..
So ask yaself, do u, want me to prove-it-dude ?..
Cas i will..face facts cas da truth-is-yall..
I'll give ya family orange flags for they cars at-ya-funaral..
All talk kids..yall should stop-aborting..
Cas ill press the red dot..but im not-recording..
This isnt eye surgery..im aimen-duke..
Send the bullit on a vacation..right to ya brain-then-through..
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Verse 3:
People say i got the nicest-spits-man..
Make kids put checks on they wrist like a nike-wristband..
Cant yu see i was bound-for-hell..
An ya guns like sunflower kernals..without-tha-shells..
Craters in ya flesh..cant-stop-it..
Secret bombs deploy from drops like tha manhatten-project..
God gave me presants..this gifts-insane..
Shoot..cover..develope then move onto a diffrent-frame..
Heats speakin, i go to hell-for-others..
My tounges rage will change faces like cell-phone-covers..
I'll sneak up on yu even if yu a old-face..
Watch me chase yu back into ya old-place..
More arms, then in ur whole-place..
An yu dont need t.v. to kno philly kats are a cold-case..
See cass said it best..listen watch'em..
'Yo yall scramblas cant handle the problem..'
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