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letra de abracadabra - a few boys

[dc]

got you hooked on our raps like the few was phonics
the crew’s sick, throwing our peace signs up like it was vomit
i got the key to success, so i don’t care if you lock it
i’m like a train on these tracks ’cause once i rap you can’t stop it
i’m a white chill guy, yet i’m still fly, no lie
my raps are best and scientific, ask your boy bill nye
yet still lie, still vibe, smoother than a silk tie
i’m raining on y’all and yet, you’re still dry
i’m sick and still one of the best, call me magic johnson
stealing names and k!lling rappers but i’m not from compton
it’s uncommon to find a rapper that spits constant hot content
my raps on fire like hair on top of andy dalton
y’all can visualize success while i go and grab it
i’m not rehabbing, but i’m a systematic emphatic winning addict
i got the formula to life, and i’m not talking quadratic
girls are drawn to me like magnet ’cause i’ll be a star like patrick

[walker m]

look, i’m spitting from the crib to casket
abracadabra rapping like a rabbit-from-a-hat trick
havoc am-ssing b-st-rd with a habit for exacting acts of vandalism
yo, i’m a man of bad example

[dc]

i’m too legit to quit on this sh-t, call me rod
odd, isn’t it? that i’m k!lling in this game like i’m playing cod
i got the juggernaut so i’m not gonna stop and drop my spot
the few squad is always doing the right thing, call us les schwab

[walker m]

rhyming with intent to blow minds
watch your back, my combat tactic raps can blow mines
oh my god, he’s handsome with a talent in semantics
if you’re asking me for beef you bovine d-cks can go and blow mine

[dc]

i’m -ssisting this game, like cp3, see
253 and afb are all i need for me
i go bananas on this rap, like a chimpanzee, g
and your girl did have a shirt that said “i heart dc”

[walker m]

the only thing i suck at is being bad at sh-t
talk in paradoxes and the compet-tion vanishes
a fan of horror fl1cks? yo, i’ll show you where the attic is
shut your rabid trap, dog, i’ll shoot you like i’m atticus
atta kid, i’m naturally gifted
your flow is quite as whack as how i’m adequately p-ssing
you’re mad at what you’re missing
a few boys are a hop-skip-and-a-jump from the top with our eloquent linguistics
sixteen, but still the sickest syndicate
of syntax-spinning spitters, and with beats we’re getting intimate
and mystifying critics, splitting history in half
a batch of cracker rap messiahs, yo our narcissism’s infinite
a long ways from being shoved in lockers
walker keeps it popping like that orville redenbaucher
methodically marauding as often as harry potter
hear me spit and you’ll insist that magic exists; denzel crocker

- a few boys

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