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letra de muscle memory - arakari

arakari: [spoken word]
ah-hem. okay, the list of people who do not want bars from expy…
toby macguire, tim mcgraw, and of course, you

arakari: [verse 1]
hit you with a sword from the layer of the minotaur
pull it from a hat, cuz you’re lyin’ (lion) like you’re gryffindor
reigning (raining) from below like the sky was flipped over
never out of luck like a flour leaf clover
step into the cypher, i’mma hit you with a rhyme-flow
have you saying “o” like the general from grindmode
bodyslam the ground, reversing earth’s axis
spin the earth in such a way to freeze you with the polar pattern
i bet you “touch down” like sandusky teaching special ed
but when i touch the ground, you put your arms up like you’re a ref
kari dropping verses like a deacon with a seizure
expy’s on a rampage, depleting you with ether
bars are hot enough to boil cold-blooded animals
i reach into a black hole and pull out something tangible
logic off the rocker like an ostrich on a comet
i’mma vomit volotovs and i’ll be training like i’m thomas…
…the tank engine was bought by the donald trump corporation
uh, anyways, blegh!

expy [verse 2]
ugh!
they competing for my sh-tlist
meanwhile i’m at home blowing up flying nimbus
i used to play a guitar made of human bones
first time i rocked the stage, i turned the crown to stone
fm, about to sabotage fakes
chillin’ at your concert, wearing some camouflage paint
to be a martyr is my deadly mission
and i’m climbing the ladder harder than edge and christian
when i drop a track, it’s like an atom bomb
blowing up your phone like it’s f-cking samsung
they trying to pick a fight with the x-man
it’s crazy, it’s like they don’t know they’re a dead man
i’m steve austin, going h.a.m. with the bedpan
and that’s just some example of the sh-t in my head, man
i’m hitting keys, i ain’t talkin’ bout a kilo
i’m always watching, hovering above you like gazebos
you see bro, i’m knee-deep in these flows
when i diss, they get p-ssed like dude’s getting repo’d
i speak those truths, they don’t want to see bro
that’s why my music is kept hushed and discreet, yo
these motherf-ckers are indebted to me
i fathered your entire style, where’s my check at homie?
you hittin’ play with your buddies like, “check it homie!”
but don’t expect for it to start up and feel your cranium bleed
i’m a g*nius from the roman times
open with this verbal mind
give em’ a show, every time i walk outside
you doubt my sk!lls b-tch, i’ll hit you with this flow of mine
and watch you see stars like a telescope pointed at the sky
and that’s why i’m a threat
and these f-ckers think i ain’t gonna’ fly at their necks
well that sh-t doesn’t fly as long as i’m at the deck
i got muscle memory, i ain’t gotta flex, x!

- arakari

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