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letra de makes me wonder - angry mic

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verse one:

what the h-ll did i just see? someone help him to his feet
you can tell i’m indiscreet as i’m yelling on the street

“i’m about to k!ll this!”, i’m a felon on this beat
any rapper says he fly, i repel him with the deet

it’s angry, f-ck you if you can’t see
they try to revamp me, they getting so antsy

’til these nancy pansies yelling, “unhand me!”
a rolling stone gathers no moss, f-ck randy

when guzzling brandy, i brought this song to ya
those who slept so long, now got insomnia

i poignant they coy, b-tch, gimme that coitus
no soy rich, boy p-ssed, oye!, avoid this

i drop science every time i make these cl-ssics
me over with the b-ss, equates the ???

they bombastic, they make sh-t that’s flaccid
you rappers too basic take some acid

chorus:

where’s the game going? they ain’t flame throwing but their fames growing. so that, makes me wonder

these lames showing that they ain’t flowing yet the dame blowing. so that, makes me wonder

do they still recognize sk!ll? being ill will no longer get me my deal

do real recognize real? or does appeal conceal what several guys feel?

verse two:

ayo, bullets in the chamber and all of them, i’m maiming them
no wavering, i came to win, i’m laboring, they’re catering

savoring the sage again, the game ain’t the same to him
i can prove myself, hip-hop’s joba chamberlain

it’s f-cking taking him long, he’s still constructing a bong
up on the echelon, looking down upon the rest of them

no wiser, no surprise, you’d think this guy was esteban
no discretion, i’m digesting those who testing my lexicon

attracted two cops at gas and food stop
i stashed the new stock in ashley’s tube tops

some hash her b00bs blocked, one p-ssed, quaalude [meth] dropped
as we gas, ash crashed, i ??? those ???

flashing blue spots, pig asked, “can you stop!?”
i blast a few shots, they grabbed the ???

moved back to bondocks, get gr-ss for oowop
and rap on juicebox [beats.com], get cash, my dudes watch

chorus

verse three:

weren’t fiends ’til the regs, all day the burnt seeds
had the scene smelling worst than exit 13 [nj]

debating taking my meds, shouting that mike’s clean
i’m scr-ping out all of the res out of my pipe dream

got a ??? tongue waiting on my ??? to come
i chase rum with rum, now i’m c-mbersome

slung ??? for sums, bum bums for crumbs
g-ssed up, better get this son some tums

to the track there’s no relation but this is a pro-creation
i just lack the motivation, another omen that i’m facing

i’m lacing and i’m raping every statement that i’m stating
forsaken, got to make him, or the ??? they might negate him

elation, every nation from malaysians to jamaicans
an invasion to the dating, those hating will have abrasions

caucasian looking for culmination of compensation
an abomination if they don’t put him on, ovation!

chorus

- angry mic

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