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letra de vibes - ajl2000

[verse #1]
giving out the good vibes
always living in good times
no reason to rap the hood lines
when my verses are a foot wide
12 inches, i delve in this
causing hell with this, lyricism never here the system
when i yell vicious, go to hell b-tches
don’t wanna be famous, fans with their hands in my face and
listening to chance on vacation, when i’m dancin’ like jason
derulo, but who knows, it’s all in my head
like my imagination, i bet people would rather see me off with my head
i cough and i’m dead, im spewin blood if i start talkin again
i’m so sick i spit a 32 and then fall in my bed
i’m more mad than a cat who’s gonna get wet, that’s all i can get

[verse #2]
no one listens and understands, i be rippin your underpants
like a pigeon flippin and spun against, a pimpin kitten with colored hands
none of that made sense but still you enjoyed every second
rappers get destroyed and beheaded
only way their getting big is taking steroids that’s a message
that people would do anything, and i mean anything
to get bigger, and you thought that you’ve seen everything
these mainstreams all talk about sippin lean and k!ll enemies
and even though i’m 14 you can’t mess with me
i’m not too keen to the recipe, that these people are making
like eating an eagle and raking all these leaves on a yard
seeing the trees in the farm make me wanna breathe in the are
keeping it raw, and fighting like i’m steven segal, yo

[verse #3]
the vibes, the lives, i have are endless
the rhymes and lines i jot is from when i grabbed the pen b-tch
and that’s because im trying and not expecting to grow quick
the difference between me and you is a starter and pro kit
i don’t fit, in this occupation, but it was handed to me like a block of raisins
from my school cafeteria, i hate that mexican b-tch, oh shit, i’ll try not to be racist
or a faceless rapist, who runs around screaming at caucasians
and when the clock hits 4:20 i make everyone stop blazin
i’ll not face it, retiring is not an option, i’ll be 92, rapping faster than a guy at an auction
an auctioneer, im stoppin queers, from entering the game
cause every rap line you f-ggots ever sent to me is lame

outro: i’d just like to get this moment to thank all of you for listening
i’ve been through a lot lately and uh, i wrote this song in an hour
i needed a break from reality for a while, and um, there’s more to come!

- ajl2000

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