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letra de diablo - b-rayccmg

[interlude: b-ray]
“said everybody got dead homies…”

[verse 1: b-ray]
water comin outta the hydrant/
hybrid of hydra writing violence in the quiet, i ain’t staying quiet/
my psyche’s in paralysis/
when i ain’t battle with the sin inside it’s bound to win/
unless i’m callin on christ, like his hands raised/
in the 3rd grade, he’s with me on the worst days/
scratch the sur-face, ain’t aimin for the first place/
second’s where i’m headed, right behind jesus, he’s worth eight (it)/
scuse me worth it, battle, this a skirmish/
firm bliss inside of our mind is twisting on the firm grips/
my faith’s rooted, i’m suited, ready for battle/
against diablo and his cattle, i’m trained to maintain/
in the back, with a mac and i’m packin/
flows hotter than a dragon spewin volcanic acid/
for the lord i’m on my action bronson/
swonson broth, i’m eatin soup/
in my livin room, feet kicked up, automan, hang loose/
kickin it inside this matrix, never stayin complacent/
or basic, i’m pressin on the walls, it ain’t faze this/
skinny white teen, from the sc-mmit/
i runnit, like track meet, ain’t bluffin, i’m stuntin and i’m roughin ’em up/
in this game that’s too vicious to scrimmage/
this a first-cl-ss witness oppurtuntiy, i’m vintage/
interest, in the lord that created from the genesis/
me, just like penmanship, i know i’m just a filthy -bleep-/
straight ballin, like spalding, i’m often callin/
on jesus because i’m fallin, this world is garbage i’m takin it out/
to the trash truck, ain’t with that bad luck/
tryna cover sin is being gorgeous with a bad tux/
i’m the startin forward, for the dream team/
dunkin over haters that just scream, “leave! get outta here!”/
this ain’t where you belong, not in the rap game/
well beg your pardon, i’m arthur around the king’s round table/
this ain’t a fable, i’m a cable to these cars/
help ’em cross the chasm quickly, away from the jafars, i’m aladdin/
packin heat like ovens in my suitcase/
flows that monster mythical beats, my beats my can-vase (canvas)/
i’m an artist, paintin mona lisas/
with the 16’s that i’m offered, i storm ’em like katrina/
best believe me, better yet believe him/
jesus christ that died and rose in tres, i feel him up in the place/
holy spirit, sin has been staining, yeah he cleared it/
never fear it, even near it, appearance is something beautiful/
a wolf in sheep’s skin, deep inside the lion’s den/
jehovah’s gotta helpin hand, and no, forreal, this ain’t pretend/
he’s my best friend, the man that i call father/
coach, king and abba, he cleaned me just like a washer/
a spotter, when i’m liftin these weights, the heavy sin bro/
a k!ller of the evil, murder sequel of diablo/

[interlude: b-ray]
“said everybody got dead homies…”

- b rayccmg

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