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letra de zathura - aristotle jones

[intro]
“what’s that in the bas-m-nt?”
“looks dumb and old”
“i like it”
“yeah well it’s for babies”

[verse 1]
sh-t been a lot to handle
looking through scr-p books photos on the mantle
flow never stop like dam
throwing on my vans american vandal
other rappers couldn’t hold a candle
breaking out menorahs while i’m cooking up a scandal
granted playing these f-ckers like pianos
get cut off like the end of the sopranos
uh tighter than the mafia
if you ain’t riding with my team then it’s off with ya
head tryna miss a hospital head but this world fill my thoughts up with dread these obstacles spread
like jelly on toast it’s the h-lla dope ghost who knows what he wrote suppose that he don’t
doesn’t change a goddam thing
bats in the belfry choir don’t sing

[chorus]
i gotta vision and i
can’t make decisions till i
fill these prescriptions still i
feel like i’m missing my time
i got some issues just wait
lately a lot on my plate
and i’m tryna get fed
working for the dough gotta chase that bread

(verse 2)
i’m counting up like a bakers dozen in public
you f-ckers walking i run it
my spot is not for discussion
not to mention i’m extra dimensional and exponential
man l rock in different decibels obliterate they pedestals
and send em off to avalon
lawless posse vagabonds
if they try to tag along i stretch em out like mastodons
f-cking with the master of none
only doin’ sh-t that i know has to be done
not running with the pack man i’m faster than them
and my blaster be sprung cl!ck mastery son
but i know resistance is futile
standing for other than usual
if you speak up they gon shoot you
if you lay low they gon shoot you
d-mn say they might shoot ya
seeing the plague that’s been under the sutures
feeling degraded could blow like bazooka
but i’m still poppin and dropping these losers
watching and following every maneuver
i never get c-cky i’m spying the moolah
my eyes still be rouge from the boof and the hookah and
everyone groovin’ on planet zathura

[outro]
i gotta vision and i
can’t make decisions till i
fill these prescriptions still i
feel like i’m missing my time
i got some issues just wait
lately a lot on my plate
and i’m tryna get fed
working for the dough gotta chase that bread

- aristotle jones

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