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"Let Me In"

Ran, Presidential
The Alternative, Part I bitch, let's go
Let me in, let me in
Let me in your heart
Ah baby yea
Let me in your heart
Let me in your heart, baby yea

[Verse 1:]
Guess who's back from the graveyard, get you clapped in the face off
I take off, I'm figuring out which limb I'm a break off
I play hard, the Bruce Banner way, off the gamma ray
My plan today – make yo nana pray when the hammer spray
Blam a tray 'cause I went from prison straight to Santa Fe
Saint-Tropez, getting 10 today, due some tang a ray
My men a say, bring yo Hollywood, where's all the grams of yay?
Ran will say – don't you know I'm gifted like a Santa sleigh
Fuck em all, motherfuck em all, cut em off
You reap what you sow, when you wake up from the same fuckin cloth
Playin fuckin raw, chain fuckin saw
Aim for the jaw, brain stuck to floor, pain crush to oore
Explain nothing more, I call it savagery hollows
That a casualty followed, the laws of gravity throttle
Across the galaxy I'm that fly, that guy
Rappin the snare, chockin the bass, makin the track cry

We make the track cry
Make the track cry
Cry, cry
We make the track cry
Cryin to me, it's cryin to me
I make the track cry
We make the track cry

[Verse 2:]
Guess who's back from that cold jail,
With some track of the old scale
For hoes sale, busk and a quarter just so I post bail
A full tale, Ran is a legend, passin the world field
Flow still, blind leadin' blind that's why I chose braille
Showed your love, now I hold a grudge
Cold as blood, told the judge
Sold some drugs but I'll be damned if I'm pposed to budge
Laying in the wrong place will get you rolled in rugs
Told your thug, now your face-down, dead in my soldier's tub
Pull him up, get strip band, he was my oldest cub
Load him up, I'm Rick Flannery's and that gold is up
So what's up? My shit's real, you couldn't clone it up
Known to fuck, that bitch dead fuck til she swollen up (damn)
Her thieves steam, sweet dreams to each fiend
Still crispy, I'm Bill Bigsby, homie I keep green
That's why the streets lean, niggas know how I speak mean
I castrate the bass in a snare and make the beat scream

We make the beat scream
Scream to em, scream to em
I make the beat scream

[Verse 3:]
Guess who's back from his dirt nap
Get your old lady's purse snatched
Reverse back, forth gear shiftin, shoot where yo church at
I'm cursed black, forced to take pennies but I ain't worth that
The worst rap, I spit out thunder and make the earth crack
Pain and misery, I paint it vividly, remains a mystery
When they imprisoned me nigga, who came to visit me?
This is a train collision B, we survived, eat the gods
Meet the sky, grab a tombstone, tougher this beat to die


[Thanks to Kay (Kaymapelele@gmail.com) for correcting these lyrics]

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