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letra de red moon {freestyle} - amari leone

[intro]
i’d like to welcome you all to my therapy session, at the collective funeral of my enemies
hope you’re wearing black, you know i am hahaha
alright let’s get it

[verse 1]
grievances in the air like lunar phases
the crevices of my mind are dark places
holding grudges so tight that my hands bleeding
so everything that i do has a deeper meaning
prince rose 4/21 like the red moon
drac back serving tea on a hot spoon
oh you thought i moved on? take a chair
yeah it’s a tattoo covered up, it’s still there
i watched my mom work her hands to the bone on three jobs so that she could take care of me (moonlighting)
so i will burn the judgement to the ground in a second, don’t question my ambition
on the run, from the ones, you sent to handle me
they tote guns where we from, so we gotta tread carefully

[verse 2]
hate it or love it, i couldn’t care less
your abuse taught me whole new levels of stress
but now i just sit back and, i play chess
setting up success
don’t think you can play me
ambition lighting dark skys; moon light
working through the nights to the sunrise
scrutinize what i do with my life
cut you off, like a b-tterfly knife
ain’t mean to hurt me? whatever
all of y’all can get it; whoever
dancing in soot while burning bridges
going scorched earth, no pepperidges
[verse 3]
fake laughter hiding real pain; wade wilson
man in black with childhood trauma; bruce wayne
a smile and a goatee because my “v” is for vendetta so remember that whenever you see “a”; flipped letter
trauma; the darkness when i close my eyes
reconciliation; a game but you have no lives
you’re the man in the moon if you think you can play
this dark twisted fantasy not beautiful- no kanye
last joint sounded like hueco mundo, so on this i went las noches hollow
primera espada, black beauty; cavallo
i’m up in the sky like my first name apollo

[verse 4]
a dish best served with a side of petty? (revenge)
missed phone calls from my ex already (red tinge)
know where i get laughy, just like i’m taffy? (the end)
a g*nius like bugs and you looking like daffy (i win)
pack up that box your stuff came in
i don’t want to see your face ever again
and take a hike or first flight to wherever you were at, when you meet up my friend and you slept with them
i’m the man with a plan, and 400 flows
switch up on them like change clothes
use them to expose my foes
meanwhile i’m building up portfolios
on a hot, dark, night in the desert
on a stretcher
sirens blaring while i float like a feather
not from getting hit by glock or barretta
from working with no breaks; straps on a sketcher
while the boss laughing like “how is the weather?”
docs wonder if i’m gone go to the nether
momma praying just tryna keep it to- (together)
[verse 5]
i’ve seen some things you wouldn’t believe
like kids gone cold, k!lled by police
not over some money
not over some beef
he had his hands up crying “please”
his k!ller still works, still stalks the streets
a slap on wrist, he got paid leave
a paid vacation, not even reprieve
now think bout how you’d feel, if you was- (me)
who else you know with the poem track list?
went 5 – 0; cop with a gun, no i don’t miss
that’s a line about brutality
i spell it out so casually
took floyd for people to know it nationally

[verse 6]
this a graveyard date under the moonlight
“here lies people who tried to wrong me twice”
the pain you caused me is carved on my bones
now i shoot for the moon, and aim for the throne
the axe forgets, but the tree remembers
don’t matter how much you chop me, no “timber”
i’m just getting colder; the first of december
those scars to the grave like my first name is simba
this a graveyard date under the moonlight
“here lies what i should’ve said when i was being nice”
the pain you caused us had us searching for a home
now i’m planning empires like the architect of rome
they only rap about whips and chains, because they are all owned by men who don’t like them
“selling ya soul” is it slavery? actually, it’s bdsm
moon goes under the cow
y’all sign to be dressed in leather and made to bow
wow. i’ll never know how y’all ignored the vows of the prince just to be someone’s chile. ciao
[outro]
slasher theme melodies to butcher all my enemies
deadly on any day that ends in y
now you know the tragedies i shakespeare into histories
run credits, it’s the end of the story time

- amari leone

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