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letra de the best lyricist (freeverse) - amity

it’s the best lyricist you’ve ever head in ya life!
i just kept spittin’ sh-t and learned to murder a mic
everyday, work and i grind, paper burns when i write
improve faster than a bird that’s learnin’ to fly
ride of die! mother f-ck a fake b-tch
talk some sh-t n’ ill cut ya up with razors
b-tch thats w-ssup! i’m gonna buzz n’ say sh-t, then spark a j get drunk as f-ck and take pills
amity’s mother f-ckin’ back spittin’ a better rhythm for ye
those other rapper wack and they get a little boring
i step in with a forty but bet i’m stealin’ your drinks ‘for i get a little more weed after sendin’ nidge a call-me
smoke it all up, ’till i get f-ckin’ sick n’ gag then
weird and crazy, yehh this kid is manic
so think what ya want, i ain’t never givin’ a sh-t
yehh trousers are fallin’ down so you can kiss my -ss b-tch
keep spittin’ raps till i die of a drugs overdose
you wanna battle me? just don’t ‘cos yo –
you goin’ down like all the sl-ts load of clothes
when i step in the room with a knife shoved up both their throats!
got y’all mother f-ckers sayin’ “sh-t, what the f-ck?”
b-tch you can bet that this kids f-ckin’ nuts
i just chill, an’ i spit, ‘cos its fun
bow to ya knees, ya sh-t, and ya only spit, ‘cos ya suck
some f-gs reckon its sh-t, whenever i spit
but i let them cos b-tch, no emcee can mess with this kid
so do what ya want, i don’t stop, whatever it is
i just snap back fast, like a sl-t that’s desperate for d-ck!
you mother f-ckin’ know i’m k!llin’ the beat when i just speak sicker than ye
stick it or leave. spittin’ a free to live in my dream
chill, hittin’ the weed, not givin’ a bit of a sh-t what ya think
givin’ ya me when ya listen to these illest of frees, b-tch just agree
download limit is reached within a week when its released
n’ still i’m the teen finna just drink ’till imma need to get sick to my knees
b-tch i live what i speak, quitin’ is quick! b-tch imma be fillin’ ya stream, k!llin’ emcees with the writens i bring ’till im deceased
bipolar with that add
my mind dont work the same way ye think
but i still write doper whenever i rape these beats
and now im comin’ up like ive been taking es!
all you other rappers don’t wanna start or say sh-t
i got them shocked an’ shakin’ till ya want a job that ain’t this
stay gettin’ high n’ i be droppin alot of great sh-t
now you recognize like you startin’ a conversation
now ya got ya confirmation, this kids hot a dabin’ wand!
got parkinsons, keep dropin i can’t stop
get em interested like i’m a model thats lackin’ bra’s then do my sh-t and go off with some ganj to spark

- amity

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