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letra de chosen mynd - 80 kag

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[intro]

(i only got one question)

(motherf-ckers you ready?)

[verse]

percussionist k!lling drums,theres a oxymoron
these razor sharp lyrics got you bleeding non stop
funny cuz the result was the exact opposite wit your mom (ha!)
motherf-ckers can’t believe it, askin’ for half a tampon (nah)
others can’t handle it asking for one and a half dawg (nanana)
you got thrown on your back while singing along
in other words i flipped the bird time for the barbecue sauce
check the barbies queued on my lawn
plastic b-tches p-ssin me off
call my neighbor babylon cause i’m bout to go all sadam
that’s right i’m droppin the bomb
i’m a proud arab til i’m gone
playin with my stereotypes til the stereo hypes get lost
f-ck y’all doin to hip hop?y’all don’t want me to flip
and start hoppin these hips like a g with an ak, 80 bullets
firmly oppose your sh-t being labeled as rap
matter a fact,call me gatak
there won’t be no f-ckin running back
when its all in 2d homie
makin your vision fit your craft
your mindscape and your raps
hop for coins and get clapped
(he blastin’ bars like a claustrophobic arab in alcatraz)
(d-mn straight!)

[interlude]

-alright hold up hold up
-what the f-ck?
-cut this sh-t off
-it’s that f-ckin f-ggot
-kag i can’t believe you’re still doing this psychotic sh-t i told you i will..
-ya zaber ayre,i will f-ck the living sh-t out of you if you interrupt another one of my songs ya ebn el charmouta l menteike
-oh o.. okay,i’m sor…
-and you,the f-ggot behind the board
-me?
-beddak nik albak ya 7mar?
-no what did i…
-no?so you do not pause the f-cking sh-t if anybody tells nyou to,you only pause it if i tell you to
-o.. okay sir okay
-now play it
-okay

[verse continuation]

hope you like casper, inspect yo plasma tv and see me
turn these boulevards of broken dreams into a f-ckin ghost city
i’m a f-ckin malfunctioning
excuse for a human being
thinking the world revolves around me and expecting tropism

[but gee that all changed when the f-cking grammys]

became a d-ld- factory instead of an award ceremony
one g-y rights song really got em c-cky
real fans are done actin goodie goodie
f-ck mad kids, i’m bout to put this city
in the quarantine zone,contagious insanity
but as we all know awards ain’t sh-t to out bread
im stayin’ cold cuz the media ain’t covering me
“who the h-ll is he? that’s karim, g!”
and i’mma keep going til my middle name’s “oh sh-t”,ya feel me? imma…

[outro]

-what the f-ck did i just say?

-what?no no please don’t shot i swear to god i…i swear to god i did not touch the pau…

-don’t bother pointing that at him kag,it was me okay,i mean i i just had to do it.you don’t know how to rap about f-cking b-tches,you don’t know how to rap about money stacks,you don’t know how to rap about popping bottles,you don’t f-cking know how to rap about anything that people would actually care about.so i decided to cut you short,you’re not f-cking rapping again.the only way you’re getting to this god-mn mic is over my dead body….so what do you gotta say about tha…(gunshots)

-was that clear enough motherf-cker or do you want me to repeat it,ha!

-you just f-cking shot him i’m calling the co..(gunshots)

-who are you calling you f-cking motherf-cker nik emmak kess o5ta!

-sh-t!this f-cking sh-t is relaxing man.i bet gandhi did this all the time to meditate.get ready for the mixtape motehrf-ckers it’s coming,ha!

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