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Death Note Video (MV)




Performed By: Kapeesh
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: August Anno




Kapeesh - Death Note Lyrics




Boy I'm ballin like Jordan, 23
Motherf*ckas...know I be
Gettin to this money
Cause it's all thats important
Cause its all thats important
If a pussyboy wanna beef
Leave him dead in the street
And f*ckin' record it
Leave em dead and deceased
Leave em dead yeah deceased

It's a f*cked up industry
Ain't no recruitin me
Told em' get the f*ck out my face
Motherf*ckas ain't worthy
With this pen I lay waste
Mother f*cker you should worry
I got clout, got sauce
Got clout, got sauce...wet
Chef curry

Yeah I've never been defeated
Rhymes never been depleted
All these rappers in the game is some lames
I spit either
You a lame I'm a leader
Cut em' down with the flames
With the fame money brings
Hate...heard em talkin shit
Tryin' eat what's on my plate
Give me names, many names
In my death note
Boy im cut-throat

Show these motherf*ckers light yeah
Show these motherf*ckers how to end they lives yeah
Show these motherf*ckers light yeah
Show em that this real f*cking life yeah

Show em how to shine
Lil bitch im on my grind
Buzz Lightyear
You know you lookin hella fine, why don't you hit this line
I could make you mine, make you mine
No fights yeah
Put you on a flight yeah

Now you mine why you cryin
He a lame i'm a lion
Beat it up one time yeah
One time yeah
One time yeah
It's prime time yeah
It's my time yeah

If you gunnin' for my spot
Don't let yah lil homie get caught
Leave em geeked out
Leave em geeked out

Break you like a kit kat
Times up bitch tic-toc
Run up in yo spot take your thot
Givin' me top off top
Hypotenuse
Run up in yo shit, you wont do shit, empty the clip
Duck duck goose

I tie your noose, make sure it dont get loose
Wallah
Out your blood I made tie die
Crazy main

I'm insane off the wall was your problem
Boy i'm loose, boy i'm loose of the henny
They say for every thought there a penny
If thats true I need plenty
If that's true I need plenty
Trigger finger itchy
I just wanna end up in the 5th dimension
I feel i'm winnin' yeah
I stay winnin' yeah

F*ck it I could do this shit a-cappella, call me ol' yella
I took your bitch out in the back then I killed her
Then I kill her
Don't tell, don't squeel
Don't tell, don't squeel

F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops, aye
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Boy I'm ballin like Jordan, 23
Motherf*ckas...know I be
Gettin to this money
Cause it's all thats important
Cause its all thats important
If a pussyboy wanna beef
Leave him dead in the street
And f*ckin' record it
Leave em dead and deceased
Leave em dead yeah deceased

It's a f*cked up industry
Ain't no recruitin me
Told em' get the f*ck out my face
Motherf*ckas ain't worthy
With this pen I lay waste
Mother f*cker you should worry
I got clout, got sauce
Got clout, got sauce...wet
Chef curry

Yeah I've never been defeated
Rhymes never been depleted
All these rappers in the game is some lames
I spit either
You a lame I'm a leader
Cut em' down with the flames
With the fame money brings
Hate...heard em talkin shit
Tryin' eat what's on my plate
Give me names, many names
In my death note
Boy im cut-throat

Show these motherf*ckers light yeah
Show these motherf*ckers how to end they lives yeah
Show these motherf*ckers light yeah
Show em that this real f*cking life yeah

Show em how to shine
Lil bitch im on my grind
Buzz Lightyear
You know you lookin hella fine, why don't you hit this line
I could make you mine, make you mine
No fights yeah
Put you on a flight yeah

Now you mine why you cryin
He a lame i'm a lion
Beat it up one time yeah
One time yeah
One time yeah
It's prime time yeah
It's my time yeah

If you gunnin' for my spot
Don't let yah lil homie get caught
Leave em geeked out
Leave em geeked out

Break you like a kit kat
Times up bitch tic-toc
Run up in yo spot take your thot
Givin' me top off top
Hypotenuse
Run up in yo shit, you wont do shit, empty the clip
Duck duck goose

I tie your noose, make sure it dont get loose
Wallah
Out your blood I made tie die
Crazy main

I'm insane off the wall was your problem
Boy i'm loose, boy i'm loose of the henny
They say for every thought there a penny
If thats true I need plenty
If that's true I need plenty
Trigger finger itchy
I just wanna end up in the 5th dimension
I feel i'm winnin' yeah
I stay winnin' yeah

F*ck it I could do this shit a-cappella, call me ol' yella
I took your bitch out in the back then I killed her
Then I kill her
Don't tell, don't squeel
Don't tell, don't squeel

F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops
F*ck a pig f*ck a cop
F*ck the 12 f*ck the ops, aye
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Writer: August Anno
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