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letra de 5 december - artizo

[produced by lax]

[intro]
wooo!
hahahaha hope they catch no hard feelings for what i fina do
i do this with no regrets n—a!
yo what’up lax
i see you my dawg
t’jay
letlo’nyela lena bom’rapper
ayeye!

[verse 1]
ok, stared in school k!lling all’a them n—as
i made em look like fools and its so wrong
i made a lot of n—as wanna fight cause i kept doing it all along
in front of they girls and its so wrong
now they be acting all strong
if i do go today, ill be back when yal die tomorrow
they’ll be no clue about
what a n—a will bring for yal
n—as wanna beat a n—a up
cause a n—a’s heading to the top
they just wanna see a n—a drop
they dreaming if they think i’ma stop
r.i.p jlaryme
he made a n—a bigger
may god keep his soul he’ll never be forgotten
i gotta get fame so i don’t feel hidden
my tracks are too tragic, now they all neurotic
cause my flow’s retodic, they begin ta panic
and end up un frolic, i k!ll diabolic
i do no euphonic, i’m too realistic
n—as be hating, they fail relating
no time for waiting, its time for burying
cause they imitating new rap creations

[hook]
5 december, 5 december i was born to murder
i may not see you later, cause i’m’a k!ll yal earlier
5 december, 5 december i was born to murder
i’m’a b.c a letter, warning its time to murder (x2

[verse 2]
i pledge allegiance, when they tired they’ll be sweating blood
rap is hard, you find beasts collapse like r-t-rds
make it easy, leave these bi—-s and see what happened ta bricks
fall in love with little h–s and forget about your hits
you’ll get in sh-t, bit by bit, and a glorious teasing
with hilarious words that grab attention with no meaning
5 december’s my born day i came along way tryna avoid sh-t
tryna make hits with abilities to make grown men little kids
no disrespect but the only cat i respect is reason
no doubt he keeps it real and talks facts for a reason
no lie i’m thunderous i fina terminate this season
some feel depressed with doubting thoughts, sh-t!
they’ll never make it
mama told me never lose faith cause “you’ll see no joy towards”
it breaks my heart to see others not achieve awards
all i see is blues on they faces like aviator i was nervous for their infections when i heard they weak than amateur
i simon new techniques estimating legends m-ssively
it accidentally makes em live un luxury
brave heart we the sh-t
ill murder you f–kers
before i leave debate i fina spit on you f–kers
t.i.z.o will be sh-tin on you f–kers
before we evacuate we throw grenades on you f–kers
i can’t bet with you n—as
cause i don’t play with jokers
this track is for you suckers cause i’m originally conscious

- artizo

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