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Artiste : Danger Mouse & Black Thought
Titre : No Gold Teeth
Uh, uh-huh

Wind in my face, hound at my heels
At the end, I´m winning this race, only then can I chill

But ´til then, don´t ever try to stagnate the magnate
When it´s money on the line, never make the bag wait
I just add weight to the bag until the bag break
That holy swag make the cash get the gas face
In the first place
I got no motherfucking business coming in last place
My birthplace taught me not to stop
I´m more advanced than my classmates
I came into the game on a fast break
And I´m gang gang like Billy Bathgate
The protagonist, and I narrate in the same slang that Philly has
I can´t stop, if I don´t work then I won´t eat
Time keeps running like a river, it don´t cease
In the mind of a super nigga, it´s no peace

Can´t stop running like I´m ducking from police, stop
Cooley High, they tryna do me like Cochise
The flow so obese, it´s springing a slow leak
I keep a crowd satisfied, bringing ´em cold heat
I´m gratified, winning, bling bling and no gold teeth
Yo, stop, you know them cameras is gon´ see
My hammers ain´t for brandishing if Canons is on me
Please, you ain´t fucking with no amateurs, homie
Philly ain´t known for cheesesteak sandwiches only, stop
Yo, I´m at the top where it´s lonely
I got everybody mean-mugging like Nick Nolte
But nah, I won´t stop, won´t drop, won´t retire
I am my own supplier, selling goods to the buyer
The torch to the eye of the storm that´s on fire

The native translator, each jawn´ll chart higher
They requested my IG, I replied deny
Tell me I´m in the top three, they ain´t never lied
Stop through in that Peking to Paris, what a ride
The car´s two-to-five, the doors suicide
Testin´ the GOAT´ll be your suicide
No matter which corner of the globe you reside
2-1-5, dumb shit aside
When it comes to the job getting done, what am I?
The god of the microphone, praise the lord
Anybody disagree with me, then raise your sword
I´m Agent Orange, poisonous amazing poems
And the band keeps raging on; listen to me, I won´t⁠
Don´t stop, nope, I don´t quit
Yo, I don´t stop, yo, I don´t quit