Methadone chords by Natty Turna

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Verse 1
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This is methadone music
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that you could lean off
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In comparison to your sprint,
I'm a maverick then
Banging like the brothers in the garrison,
I stab to the abdomen
Love with no malice and I push it to the T,
earth shattering
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Battering, beats,
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y 'all niggas be babbling
Basic ass bars, unflattering, chattering
How dare you be arrogant
and pompous
Motherfuckers,
remind me of niggas who wear rhombus
Knock your unconscious
with bars so obnoxious
Full sual, y 'all straighten up
your postures
Your niggas so ostrich, head in the sand
Flesh in the pan, motherfuckers,
I can't stand
That's our brand,
contraband, no demand
I'm the pure, uncut Vietnam
Blue magic, bagging, yeah,
serving to the addicts
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Cookin' up coke to make classics,
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yeah you have it
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This is methadone music
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that you're cleanin' off
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I pump weight on a mixtape
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With hard bass, mad bars out of space
Got you lookin' like a meth case,
I'm frankin' the death race
I set the pace, bought the Y1 bass like raw
I set up straight, man, treat,
now elevate
Meditate, man, motherfuckers mad
Got my skin tone melanin,
now who's the next candidate?
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To test the product,
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yeah, lookin' for that uncut raw dawg
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I got it, yeah, listen to this narcotic
Now there's no turnin' back,
this is black tar heroin rap
Overdrum kick, smack one,
laps around the competition
No need to see a tuition,
see addiction off of intuition
It's a war of attrition,
that you're not winnin'
Spaz, spaz,
bad like a nigga need Riddler
Submit to rhythm, man,
make this shit do my bidding
Tap him out, man,
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mass amount of sound, boy, kill it
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This is methadone, music
that you could lean on
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Yeah, pressure bus pipe,
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political poetry plus spite
Plight after plight I've been
feelin' my whole life
And the might of my mic is massive
I'm a warrior so I've never
been passive
I'm a classic,
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puttin' rappers in they caskets
They all cancers, not deterrents
Chemotherapy to rappers if you want
We can scrap like a backup dancer
Got questions, I'm the answer,
put three in your back
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Be in the lab cookin' crack
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like I be in a trap
But I don't slang no grills,
I just pump these skills
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Put the product on the net,
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never beggin' for deals
That's my spiel,
methadone music for real
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Metaphors feel like you
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been poppin' a pill
Pop shit, push a hole,
get popped in the grill
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Poppy, I'm ill,
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like the shit that had gills, veins fills
I'm the last poet,
givin' niggas the real deal
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This is methadone,
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you think that you can lean it on?
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You
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