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Fightin Philly

by Knucklez

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At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.



At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.



You just seen me grin
But that don't mean a thing.
The beams on ya chin
And I'm a villain when it rings.
Call it what you want
The things that evil brings.
But if I can't get the dough legit
I'ma get it from my sins.

I'ma get it from the grips
I'ma get it from ya slips.
I'ma get it from the pink
Right out you pussy lips.
Yea you think you spit
But that ain't rapping shit.
I have blood dripping down ya dick
From the shots up in ya ribs.

Wrap em like a condom
Thrown off Tacony Palmyra.
Splashes hit the water
Trojan Horses in ya condo.
I turn this to a contra
Turn this whistle on his mama.
Spit it on her face
Like her eyes a couple llamas.

I been getting commas
Always been a problem.
They always been some Dodgers
So I draft it out in fire.
See the writing on the wall
The bullets typed the sentence wrong.
But that's how I live
Til all the wrenches gone.


At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.

At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.





The Pistols unloaded.
Squeeze it til it's smoking
Tell yo ass to go smoke this...
I pop it off my hip
Flames out the holsters.
Bust where ya throat is
Bullet dosage is choke him.

Pop
Head gone like vodka it Popov.
Have ya Pop and ya Mom's
Identify bodies in drop cloths.
Gruesome as a twosome
Times 4 and they cross swords.
I'm the shooter wit the Ruger's
No mask blasting at cop cars.

I make it pop off like hot sauce
Ya flavor is salt pork.
Long fork marsh smore
Chocolate in all shorts.
He got a boom in his draws
When that boom hit his Porsche.
I told him gimme it all
Or this broom sweep ya porch.

Kids heads gone
This my big Red Dawn.
The takeover waits over
Grips then psalms.
I grips that palm
Then techs spit song.
It whistle at ya head
Then the flesh that's hit gone.


At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.

At night I shine my grips
Load them pistols up.
I be damned if I slip
Blow these missiles through you fucks.
I don't give a fuck
Like you don't get it sucked.
Stop lying bout ya life
Fo you get to ass stuck.

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released October 29, 2021
Prodigy: Rotten Apple instrumental

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Knucklez Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Now understanding his younger ways errors he expresses his pain through the Mic in every facet.
After walking away from a 22 year career as a chef and walking away from the streets as one of it's few long term survivors. He has found himself in entertainment.
Knucklez learned that sometimes walking away is really just finding your way back to living
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