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letra de classick - angry mic

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[verse one: angry mic]

i never learn and i’m more stubborn as i get older
even though my dude is to recover from a coma

i’m drunk with the mota [weed], running as i go to
tell this ho, yo, b-tch i told ya i’m sober

she ain’t opposed, stumbled right into her mother’s volvo
lost control, what is she rubbing up on her volva?

missed a pole, what the f-ck did i hit? a tacoma?
pull her from the rubble and the smolder

back to the huddle, think it over
for someone that should of never got a diploma

could have been a mogul

every show k!lled, i turn the whole ville into chern0byl
i am disgusting with vocals

politicians can’t govern, f-cking shrugging their shoulders
they won’t stand for sh-t like they covering up a b-n-r

i flow like a glutton, guzzling ???
at the qdoba, puffing dosure liker i suffer from glaucoma

proving that i’m raw, get the lube out of the drawer
and if you hear that angry mic is shooting for the stars

that means i brought a luger to awards
what you doing for consumers, it ain’t music anymore

all my users have to snort, it’s peruvian, so pure
this that five-hour energy but i ain’t (osi) umenyiora

in lieu of trying to move new manure out the store
plan a future without bars? i will view it as a ch0r-

they won’t embrace valence, then i blew a fuse
can’t escape to my outlet, i’m wasting my talent

foul sh-t, don’t like how it taste on the pallet
politics, ain’t enough sp-ce on the ballot

fell off a precipice, retrogress, then send out an s.o.s
yes, i’m p-ssed, pessimists who second guess obsessions

when he preps and spits, reason for my exodus
other rappers living my dream on some inception sh-t

mic’s disturbed, he writes these words, puts on a diaper first
and then recites the verse, i strike a nerve

you ain’t gotta bite the curb, my appet-te yearns
rappers looking like hors d’oeuvres

use to think it’s possible, was cruising through the obstacles
accrued a crude crew but you snoozed on the apostles

got me brewing, shooting at illusions that are optical
used to seclusion is the conclusion that i’m doctoral

rewind?, don’t bother, i’m too hot for starters
you won’t get it, you’re devry, i’m harvard

hoes might holla about a snow white slalom
come and take a free ride like a full-ride scholar

choke every artist who call me a choke artist
you start this? harness your hardest to bogart us

body’s off a harbor into a body of water
then i argue ardently of which one will float farthest

???marcus is hard at harvesting???, call that’s a child’s cartilage
calling it a carpus, move over the f-cking carc-sses

no ominousness, this is the carnage that makes them nauseous
i’m tight and flawless and the flow is all good as dwight from the office

people say the style’s hot but you know
i guess think it’s f-cking g-y, bruno

too many dreams of k!lling rappers, people say i feel i’m after this
a fecal matter, i believe that they need to factor

i got the sickest cranium, picture hitler mixed with iranian
acquainted him, too enriched in uranium

p-ssies shouldn’t say a thing
loose lips sank ships, she remind me of my lady friend’s labium

how unstable can this angry man get?
put your wager in, yeah, freaking nableton enables him

going through that faze again, back to free-baseing in the bas-m-nt
atheist, gave up on no relationships

poker face, smoking j’s, i don’t go to pray
got over pain, plus i slang well like novacaine

opposed to fame like a dope fiend explodes a vein
no hope for change like a homeless person that votes mccain

i know i’ve strayed, so, i’m aiming at the closest range
no grenades, sill i’m about to blow like the enola-g-y

they thought i’d go away, i’m here until i’m old and gray
be more all day, this that edgar allan poetry

- angry mic

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