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Westside Gunn – Free Kutter Lyrics

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[Intro: Westside Gunn]

Brr

Brr

Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica]

Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming

Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin’

Hold your head up all time ’cause time keep goin’ (Ah)

The flyest nigga of all time, and y’all know it

If God shine, we all shine, life’s euphoric

Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip)

Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose’s

Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture

Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah)

They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota

Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin’ donuts (Brr, brr)

Cold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah

You better know us, yeah, you better know us

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Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)

We the greatest, beef like eatin’ greens

Kill ’em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor

Put you out your misery, the only box that I’ma be in is a ’63 (Skrrt)

Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)

I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)

I got some niggas that I miss but we ain’t never speak

My nigga prayin’ for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah)

Let my nigga free (Ah)

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Westside Gunn]

If Allah shine, Kutter gon’ shine, it’s mathematical (Ah)

Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical

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Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat

With that “skrrt, do-do-do-do” all over the tracks (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Spittin’ actual facts soon as the originator was black

From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah)

You should read theology of time as your days blow by

It’ll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah

The truth is comin’ like Butcher, nigga, that’s word to Jigga

I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure?

The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey

It’s the goat herder, you writin’ for ghosts? Bitch, I might be (Ah)

It’s just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin’ niggas live with the scripture

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Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it’s the militia

I spit it for that Mac, that Calliope and that fisher

You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture

Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher

My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard

Allah sent you here to be king like FLYGOD (Ah)


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