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letra de mad bars ii - auditory hallucinations

[intro] (javelin)
(yeah.. mad bars ii to end this mother f-cker..)
(auditory hallucinations..
javelin & b-raid.. yo..)

mad bars..
mad bars..
double dragon smashing y’all..

[verse 1] (javelin)
got a knack for whacking whack rappers, mad as the mad hatter, look at the cap backwards, look at the fashion sense, sniffing on incense while lipping a swisher, hitting it intense & sipping on liquor, written with pen pad & sh-t in my brain matter, get a duvet rappers cuz the centigrade’s gonna sink faster as i preach, pastor with a knack for having a flask of the jack at the mass, baptize ya in fire, in spite of my third eye i decide to demonizе ya cuz you get mummified if you like rap & listеn to jav, taking stabs in the dark, gon’ find ya, gon’ find ya..
one way or another way, get your mother f-cking ass up for a brother showing love for others, psych!, i’m the opposite of that, a spike to your heart hoe, you can try tomorrow though..
yeah she wants d-ck after the fact but i ain’t gonna be a sucker, acted an ass, when i last saw her, packing my bags, headed out, never coming back, never wanted me a son or any part of that..
true sh-t, blue tint, dude spends two cents to give you b-tches hits.. (woo!..)
ooh yeah do that, move ass, screw fast, you had to have two kids..
to make new fate, soothe aches, you take two strains, blue faced, new trip..
who’s tough?, you tough?!, dude f-ck, move punk, screwed up, new funk, who spits?..

[hook] (javelin)
bars..
mad bars..
double dragon smashing y’all..
get a fraction of this rap sh-t, a heart attack hits, we bad with..
mad bars..
mad bars..
what a tragic thing to happen, you got ass kicked by the javelin, he bad with, we bad with these, mad..
mad..
we’ve gone mad..
on a long enough timeline we all go mad sometime..
on a long enough timeline we all go mad..
[verse 2] (b-raid)
(yeah..)
come & get another mad heat, just a brother & another brother with a bad beat, glad we finally found the time, as we gladly rhyme the miracle signs, sad we had to put a pin to pause direction, get another small applause i feel infectious, gonna make me flip & split the sections into a dirty scene of raw intestines but i never wanna go hard..
made me switch into a new bar, not the kind to take it too far, thinking that i’ll never be better but giving the beat a little taste of a letter to shred up, whenever i let up i never cease to grab the moment, ease to pass the omen, he’s the whack-est showman, take it to appease the old men who grab mics tight cuz his body’s barely holding on like bad graphite!.. (l!ck a d-ck!..)
i’s the type to bite the bone, you’re the type to find a line to wipe a chode, no microphone to show rhymes to blow the minds of mice who buy sh-t despite they’re broke, living in this lovely weather in hopes of it all to be better but bad cards mixed up with a lever to sever, make it all too clever like mad bars, when i get to mixing rhythm with venom i enter in it just to spit a little..

[hook] (javelin)
mad bars..
mad bars..
double dragon smashing y’all..
get a fraction of this rap sh-t, a heart attack hits, we bad with..
mad bars..
mad bars..
not a maybe when b-raid be in the game with the flames, he draining fakes, so f-cking bad with..
mad bars..
mad bars..
double dragon smashing y’all..
get a fraction of this rap sh-t, a heart attack hits, we bad with..
mad bars..
mad bars..
what a tragic thing to happen, you got ass kicked by the javelin, he bad with..
mad bars..
mad bars..
mad..
we’ve gone mad..
on a long enough timeline we all go mad sometime..
[verse 3] (javelin)
it’s as if you don’t get a hint like you’re outta lifelines & you are, hitch a ride in the minds, finna fly, lift high as a kite, when the line sniffed triggered a violent, vibrant, sky lit, winter day, get amazed by the boy staying in his lane, maintaining the flame, calibrating then aiming the stainless at fake sh-t, intaking the strain then amazing the brainless..

[outro] (both)
get a toke, of the smoke..
this candle be lit..
this could be the end..
of the whack rap, look at the trap..
goin mad over fads, we too bad, never had two cr-ps to give..
who lives at the top?..
whose senses are shocked by tension from intense spitting nonstop?..
not soft, hotshots in a soft top..
mad bars stocked..
have ya’ll locked..
mother f-ckers!…

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