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letra de bdkmv - alex parker

[intro]
yeah i’m just saying, man…
don’t call me… ever again
you f-cking c-cksucker
i’ll f-cking break your face, man
you don’t even know who you’re f-cking dealing with
you stupid c-cksucker…

[verse 1: abib jahleel]
this how we percieve the changes
if a n-gga leave, he leaves the sanctum
or you could achieve the means for greatness
face it, you agreed to be the safest
can’t advance at being basic
can’t close all the books and read the pages
can’t get on your knees and then pray to your god
’til you take you a step now n-gga face it
in a phase of the moon
face it, i’m changing it soon
face it, i’m breaking the rules
face it, you f-cker, who’s fake?
what the f-ck did you think?
that i wasn’t gon’ come for you too?
what would you do?
faced with invasion of fools who relate to the hatred
and soon you’ll be caught in wave of the f-ck boy sh-t
n-gga f-ck your sh-t i’mma wait for the tools
use all the tools in the box
whether you’ll choose it or not
i’mma get you n-ggas watch
all the peas in the pod
like a moth to a flame
like a motherf-cking fool to a flock
n-gga youse in a box
ain’t no screws on the lock
open that b-tch and then go
listen i’m giving you hope
n-gga you moving too slow
buck up and give it some go
f-ck up get lit up and glow
get it? no
i’mma go hard
you are no god
i’mma throw salt in the wound
make you know that you not what you thought you was
not that i thought that you could
n-gga you can’t
f-ck with a n-gga like me
n-ggas like me
ride for the cause
and the n-ggas like you in a mourge
with they motherf-cking toes in a tag
all you hoes in a bag
don’t know what you had
dont know what you did
see you f-ck with the kid
so i f-ck with your lives
and i warned you….
don’t f-ck with my vibe
and i warned you…
don’t f-ck with my vibe
don’t f-ck with my vibe

[verse 2: alex parker]
vibe!
(laughter)
…okay…

kicking knowledge out the batcave
is that bat-brained n-gga parker
fat-frame specs on my black face
no chain, home trained, home brewed legend
just as c-cky as a n-gga been in the game
and gained some reverence
swear i’m special
that much i can attest to
couple yards from a flunkie
i can spit against you
you’d do better with a pistol
flow shaky like a junkie
stump me? ha!
every hater n-gga all come ’round
just call syleena johnson
y’all all falls down
jenga!
and i’m django
on a beat – a.d.d
a.p.e. has so much much thirst
no amount of instrument can sate me
unsatiated, unchained, unleashed, and crazy
faded as, well, faded as h-ll
inhale…
(ahhh)
exhale them blue whales
then send your heartbeat
(i’ll go)
to the blue ocean
20/20 in my forward rear and side view
my charm is disarming
i’ll slip and end up inside
(your mind!)
these are just some entry-level rhymes
i’m just testin the waters
i’ll splash when i feel it’s time
all this madness that is in my mind?
i got a mural in the making
gucci had mozart on his d-ck
but i got frida kahlo on my face
a.p.!
like good hair and grapeseed
know the boy is nice on a laced beat
straight conceit, i concede
parker
n-gga, indeed!
sparker of midgrade to good weed!
tribal hair and urkel lenses!
mucho mango az’s!
cooler than the ac!
and i feel i’m colder than ever
never run with the missing part of the word ‘unforgetta-‘
if you get it, know i went meta
but i mean it like my last words
put it on my mama my hood, my set, and the pastor
lord let me die of laughter
forgive my stream of conscious
i spit it like i feel it
every syllable is not just
nauseuous, voluminous bile built up
in the contrived mind of a p-ssed off post-adolescent
with a rhyme book and too much time
ny flow is acidic non-newtonian viscous slime!
every n-gga getting served!
take yo number, get in line!
hold yo plate out, use your manners!
say your “thank you”, crack a smile!
grab your spoon, eat your poison!
wipe yo mouth, n-gga die!
who am i?!

[outro]

- alex parker

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