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letra de off the wall - alphabyte

lately i’ve been kinda feelin off the wall
lookin down reflectin at my palms
and my bars catch a charge
f-ck you im not actin hard
this is p-ssion
that’s why i be p-ssin these charts
this ain’t fashion
so why the f-ck is hollywood mappin
sit down shut the f-ck up why you clappin
you think it’s just fun and games
stop laughin

i be on the come up
every buzz i’ve ever mustered
it was rough and had adjustments
i be rugged like a musket
from the 60’s 1800
this ain’t civil i got fundin
people livin in abundance
man i swear there’s always somethin
me and moe have come to run it
spittin flows so foes will love it
at my shows i’ll grow in public
i’ll show you a poets justice

derek rose in the clutch with buckets
area codes in touch good luck with
maybe to most i boast disgusted
crazy is close i’m rough and rugged
like ra i’m tough and thuggish
spit it all day
like trump with b-tter
you’re just plain gotta sound that’s simple
sh-t every vowel symbols
what you trippin about?
i took a lyrical route
this is powers virtue
i’m a f-ckin sour
nuclear shower issue
wipe your mouth
i’m not a coward that you
f-ck with
actually your b-tch she loves it
takes my nut and rubs it
on her back and stomach
saves it later
play it back this track has layers
not one to snap in fact my patience
is how i’ve made it
day to day
i write these pages
fill this rage
with waves and waves
in ways i save
i be k!llin sh-t
mof-ckas know i’m real and sh-t

used to pop pills
now i rock wheels
imma rottweiler
man these shocks feel
like little bots
better stop heel
keep it on lock
better not steal
open up shop
i’m here to rock cheer
tmg the boss near
cut from a cloth
laced with tnt exhaust fear
from the jaws
who instill laws
man 2pac’s ear
probably had a lot to hear
gotta thank god that the fog cleared
i’m at odds and i’ve longed peered
now my names large and i’ve gone weird
ripping bongs like cheech and chong’s here
f-ck you i belong here
like james hardin’s long beard
i’m the beast in the west
emcees become deceased when i flex
watch me achieve by direct
what’s left for you to see i’m the best?

people tellin me stop actin tough
oh you rap? enough
f-ck you and your cl-ss
i’m up
third verse the track erupts
fangs are stained like dracula’s
first mistake
i fell in love
with the trap and that’s a bust
lately i’ve been rackin up
tracks in the lab
my tops down the acura’s
recovered stumbled back and it’s
like trouble woke the dragon
i’m not subtle like no napkin
that you use to wipe your -ss when
you sh-t your pants when you hear my raps an
i’ve got lashes on my back and
man these scars ain’t for no flashin
so i got em covered filled with tats then

now i gotta another addiction
on top of the
drugs money and women
imma keep on fillin my skin in
papa
grandmama i’m sinnin
but once i make it
i promise your hope i’ll take it
shape it
one day you’ll be amazed at
where my name as lit up places
or the screens that fill the stages
i’m not sayin this
to be famous
but in laminates
i’m what the greatest is

- alphabyte

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