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letra de brainstorm - apollo knox

[verse 1]
step the f-ck back! or get hit wit this fire
i make it hard to be driven like whips with slit tires
inside of my dome, got visions of an empire
got imposters, fallin off like a cliff diver
my set’s liver than you bench riders
lines i wrote, got em slippin
might explode like a trip wire
give a clear difference from a b-tch liar
the illest writer wit a swisher and a bic lighter
i stay posted in camouflage
cannonball off a cliff, talking sh-t sayin’ this ain’t the anthem god
single-handedly dismantle squads, too advanced for yall
you couldn’t even get a b-tch to take her sandals off
for my homies movin’ product bagged in plastic
who do the knowledge, use logic and mathematics
boost the profit, trap p’s like an acrobatic
ask jeeves where we at g, exactly where this cash be

[hook]
it’s the professional, smoke h-lla loud
never drop dough on any ho, that’s been around
bout to detonate so i meditate with medical
you a featherweight on records i demonstrate, check it out..
x2

[verse 2]
cuban link chain hangin’, gold jewlry drippin
buddah be twisted, usually in the mood to be lifted
movie visions of jacuzzi sittin’ wit a couple groupie b-tches
who be slurpin’ something wit no smoothie in it
truly driven in a hooptie missin’ tail lights
with the windows tinted, seems like we hiding an uzi in it
continue to give you the sh-t to break your neck to
rip through any b-tch crew if they spit too disrespectful
authentic, open my mind with split cigar sessions
smoke around more than broken down car engines
yall generic rappers is not legends
probably why your b-tch was on the pipe like bong resin
she resembled a dog fetchin’ a bone
but that’s just as likely as p-wns getting the throne
next to explode like bomb threats with evidence shown
yall better hope that the god’s presence is known

[hook x2]

burn this medication, murder premeditated
divine wisdom learned through perfected patience
so i ain’t concerned, with bread i’m making
just a verse, put a sucka’s head to the pavement
if i touch the lead, another dead
verbally demonstrated
perform third degree burns with words to these herbs of my generation
i’mma catapult careers into black holes
fade ya til my cash flow major
in a battle, its far from a h-ssle to decapitate ya
straight fire, like lemon haze wrapped up in tabacco papers
every line that i write, is a t–th breaker
wit ease 16’s decease cliques, cremators
leave your self esteem thinner than weed vapors
pennin’ heat wit a k!ller’s instinct, opposite of peace makers… motherf-cker!!

- apollo knox

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