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letra de witness protection - b.keyz

[verse 1: travis mendes]
ayo, b-tch, i’m spectacular
tall black man with an advanced vernacular
immaculate, slightly crazed over–n-lyst
backpacking activist, i’m the new catalyst
to change your mind frames back up to what matters
it’s a brand new chapter
i’m adding more paragraphs to this cast
slack up and get embarr-ssed
i had it with you wack–ss n-ggas, i’m changing channels
and i dare a n-gga to touch my remote
might f-ck around and start a revolt
cause we know you can’t keep lying to my people
we wreckin’ sh-t wherever we go
i’m free yo, ice cold n-gga—eskimo
godd-mn it, i’m the man—30 karats on the hands, homie
motherf-ck your next plans, homie

[verse 2: blaque keyz]
motherf-ck your advance, homie
a motherf-cker, i might be your stepdad, homie
i’m home alone with strep
got sick vocals that flex on any n-gga
i’m bret, the hitman, homie
heart colder than owen when i be flowin’
frozen like any arctic, i start sh-t like bart simps
i blew up here, something like marge’s
i barge in the booth like drill sergeants with troops
i am the proof like a vest made for bullets
when you pull it, just be careful when you shoot
dex got the footage
my placement belongs inside a sp-ceship
i’m handin’ out facelifts for those who need replacements
a makeshift bow staff for you old bags, i blow past so fast
swingin’ to get your dome smashed, i’m on that
i’m crusing the city holding my mojo
looking over my shoulder with no gopros

[verse 3: travis mendes]
ain’t know the kid moved dolo
i’mma live forever through these bars, f-ck yolo
i’m a motherf-cking superstar, what are y’all on?
we gon’ be rich off this sh-t, word to mylon
my mama always told me
“keep calm, enjoy the calm in the morning”
only reason i don’t blast off you cats without warning
and i will not let you ignore me, it’s all me
so i’mma keep blazing y’all with more heat
at least it b-lls up the morphine
got a line around the corner give me more fiends
and i’mma father all you n-ggas, word to maury
man, i’m the future b-tch, f-ck who was before me
godd-mn it, i’m the man—30 karats on the hands, homie
motherf-ck your next plans, homie
and motherf-ck your advance, homie

[verse 4: jon bellion]
you know the industry’s in trouble when you understand
that l.a. reid is blowing f-cking millions on some cover bands
you’re all cover bands, all i hear is cover bands
understand we know that all the compliments are underhand
i’m so italian in the mattress, there’s a hundred grand
i’m not a h0m-s-xual, but that is how you f-ck the man
second thoughts before you play me sh-t you made at camp
and fruity loop producers re-evaluate and cut your hands
mike krzyzewski, o’s and x’s, baby, run the plan
the bullies in the lunchroom stole the bread, flung the ham
knives can break, guns can jam
and death will come for every man
but all i need’s my bible and some melatonin, understand
all we see is happy days, richie cunningham
beautiful mind drives the people, we do trucks and vans
good will’s gone hunting, motherf-cker
where you been, affleck?
we’re just seein’ if you ducks can dance
i am the black sheep, i’m half ‘sleep
you athletes couldn’t walk in a track meet
no racism cause you all could take a backseat
your past seats are -ss cheeks
my cl-ss meets the stampedes of nissans and camrys
my family’s a bunch of superheroes, stan lee
d-mn it, i’m the man—30 karats in the hand
motherf-ck your advance, homie
twice, motherf-ck your advance, homie

[outro: travis mendes]
motherf-ck your advance, homie

- b keyz

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