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letra de me like - 22ron

[verse 1]
uh, yuh, here we go, uh (uh)
dumpin’ these rounds like a merry go, uh (uh)
f-ckers bow down whenever i show up
never been a clown, but i can bet that i’ve known some
i gotta couple hard pills, i’ll get you a dose of
i bet i flip the script whenever i go dumb
no one better, b-tch, i’m second to no one
and no i’ll never miss, i’m settin’ the scope up
b-tch, i pride myself on a grip this firm (yeah)
and i get a kick outta every time i constrict thesе words
b-tch, listen ’cause i really don’t think you hеard
you gotta pay attention when i kick a verse
you better call me sire like a p-ssed intern
shouldn’t have to remind you, it’s just inferred
b-tch, huh, yeah, huh, this the type of sh-t
that’ll get you feelin’ morally deconstructed (huh)
consider it my gift, what a generous deed
don’t worry i’ll keep it comin’ (yeah), sk!ll set of mines intrinsic
b-tch, it means that i’m already leagues above them
only time i descend is when i come down
to forage the eager subjects (woo)
eat ’em all up in one bite, one by one, line up
in the order of your height, course and portion size
all the walks of life and if y’all try hidin’, then i advise
you’d wanna keep quiet as dormice, playin’ with your life
you remain courtside, ain’t no point in tryna use foresight
time couldn’t foresee this to be forthright
[chorus]
the fire’s gettin’ stoked, yeah, i ain’t here to sightsee
burn this sh-t down and leave ’em with my rhyme sheet
it don’t make sense, i don’t care, the games my dime piece
you know i’m a goat, won’t find another like me

[verse 2]
if i ain’t the best then, who better? (who better?)
i’m the definition of a true spitter
mind is a weapon, i can shoot whoever
no crime to detect, it’s a foolproof set up
with the mic in possession, i’m a through and through k!ller
within my profession, i’m the new professor
and i’m gonna test them by the book, but anyway
i digress, i’m too ahead of the race (huh?)
uh, settin’ the pace, leavin’ no room for any mistakes
uh, yeah, head in the game, leavin’ yo crew all red in the face
y’all gonna remember the name (you will), even if you reject it, it stays
’cause at the end of the day, who the f-ck gon’ tell me i ain’t?
stokin’ the fire, you’re tryna stamp out with your boot (uh)
but you know the most it’ll inspire is findin’ more land to consume
because i been growin’ to high, i’m tryna branch out from my roots
until i engulf the entire inside and out of this fool
i got the plan d-down pat, you can’t b-bounce back
the battered down hatch, ain’t a match, ya out rapped (what?)
and aarons now champ, i’m blastin’, how’s that?
bet the sherbet leaves a taste in your mouth like sour patch (who)
[chorus]
the fire’s gettin’ stoked, yeah, i ain’t here to sightsee
burn this sh-t down and leave ’em with my rhyme sheet
it don’t make sense, i don’t care, the games my dime piece
you know i’m a goat, won’t find another like me

- 22ron

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