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letra de calm me down... - b.the great

[intro]
rap god
rap god
i’m here!

[verse]
i guess my mind is dangling, out my saneness
i’m unraveling, my brain, has tangled within a syringe
some pens, and some tangling rangs, from ya shower
curtains, egging on, like a cooked egg
mind is scrambled, like i played scrabble blindfolded
in ray bans, with a spray tan, with some vans on
prancing to “brain damage”
see with a eye naked, agitated with a count of age and
f-ck, pop, like a xan, the sitting fans will not stand this
they would rave hands, with torches and spray cans in hand
to handle me, not famous, showing hatred by throwing hot bacon
at my face, then ran away
b-tch, i’m rakim, big daddy kane, krs one, mf doom
em, jay, andre, rza, wayne, ghostface and kanye and
lebron james, that i irate, in a pie race, with a hurt brain
might get migraines, when i decide to realize that i’m blaze
i’m so crazy, i sh-t rappers sideways
pull up in dr. dre’s driveway with a eyestrain
twist a n-gg-, “mista tung twister”
you is lightweight
i’ll drive straight, through a g-y rave
leave em dead, in a van
they’ll cry “rape!”, i’ll kick em to the highway
in h-ll, strand them to die g-y
b-tch, behave, fore’ i batch a lore
like a single man, without a bridesmaid
you follow everything that i say
the godfather, i’m her padre, so…
b-tch, i’m waving a nine, picket at anybody, signing
labels are f-cking lies, you minimized
where’s a b-tch who fine, i’m needing mine
throw ya head to a banister, banning
panoramic animal, vandalizing p-ssy
while i’m watching the “silence of the lambs” again
capture me, bread is fast, no ginger, no soul
spitting rhapsody’s
land ya fantasy in a chamber, where’s my pistol
kiss it, fist a b-tch, mental vanity
with cavalry that i ran to san fransisco
to eat with the van d-mn family, to escape from reality
i teamed with the adam’s and it went bashfully
every f-cking beat i k!lled is something like scottish clothing
will have ya confused, ladi dadi, the party got me overdosing
ya don’t see the son of god approaching then
i’m tea with the sugar, ice and honey in
f-ck with me, and f-ck with this
i don’t like ya envy, sin, and sincere, simulated, in a ship sinking
slice like a switch, cause i’m slick
take and spit slim slip on my lyrics
with this sick sh-t, that i represent with quickness
so in midst take this d-ck b-tch
h-ll yeah, i’m a pr-ck, like i’m the pokey parts on a cactus
pick apart ya sh-t, i take picks, then pick
with some pitchforks, like i’ve been told
“i’m a b-tch” by big kids
that when they were little
they used to steal and throw little kids big wheels
at car windshields, then take there vitamin pill
then play with a pinwheel, sit and watch “little bill”
eating on a kid’s cuisine meal drinking 2% milk
then pick at some kids still, when he finally stands still
and his mom has to put his insulin needle on his tail
while he wails, and shrills higher
than clashed dumbbells (god d-mn!)
some say they got t-st-cl-s to go against me
boy, ya b-lls in ya court, they got bounced, like i mixed the beat in
b-tch, i guess my bars are the best thing since blue 100’s
that or my bread is old, and i need new ones
before the bank closes
so don’t beat around the bush about my kush
i’ll cuss, or fuss, and puff
ya puss, or i’m karate kicking foots in ya gluteus maximus
till ya point blank silent, like a platypus
spit venom, and drip lemons in ya cut
like paper from a comic book
you can’t change me, the g o a t at his best and
like a girl chain, i’m a leave these rappers necklace
i’m the kid with sk!lls, b-tch, i manifested
rest in peace, p-ssy n-gg- you is not invested
on a grand scale, stick out like sore thumbs, put up my mf
been in this b-tch for a while, cue bars, like my b-lls set
much as i want to change my att-tude, why try, i rule
f-ck khan, i’m the great, so f-ck it, i’m within them two stools

- b the great

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