Decon Blu, Pa Pa Fresh - Gold Rush

Bar ready I'm scar heavy i stitched it
Lard ready I mix getty and gifted
Green lette I chopped it up and tricked it
Drum ditty its crunchy and lifted
12 bits analog 12 inches
Turntable able no fable I've been this
12 clicks digital fool I don't miss
Paw paw spitting the real nevertheless
Mess don't come around with that
Snakes in the grass head chop real fast
Making it less sweating when I bout to blast
Clip steel full homie like I said on the last
Hold up hold up hands in the air
Classic wave them like you just don't care
Oh players, cutting fool we ain't bluffing
Hip hop don't stop Oh no do something
Decon in the house say what say what
Mr Fresh in the house say what say what
Its a gold rush hey Its a gold rush hey
Gold rush hey hey hey hey its a gold rush
Hey hey hey its a gold rush hey hey hey
Its a gold rush hey say what say what hey
Beat bangs like a pickax rob ya like state tax
Heavy like weight racks we dope that's plain facts
It's a gold rush boom bap sounds lush
Your perception crushed what's left is my dust
Is what you eaten try to keep pace with the deacon
Mr Fresh beats is freaking stripped down like they streaking
Got these young kids tweaking we kill it all week
When I start drinking full throttle through the weekend
Im a mirror you see through glass couldn't be clearer
I'm yes yes yallin you never been ballin
Step on stage man I'll leave ya free falling
Cause Im petty calm like rivers eddy
Fire aim we ready from the days of rock steady
Still taking my Chevy to the levy cut it up like Freddy
Charged up we ever ready come with it
Ya dome we boom bap split it
We own the throne you ain't done
Decon in the house say what say what
Mr Fresh in the house say what say what
Its a gold rush hey Its a gold rush hey
Gold rush hey hey hey hey its a gold rush
Hey hey hey its a gold rush hey hey hey
Its a gold rush hey say what say what hey

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Decon Blu, Pa Pa Fresh

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