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letra de icicles in montreal - babyeater

[verse 1: t vinci]
coming out of west africa with the spatula
cookin’ up these n-gg-s, taking blood like i’m dracula
i’m t vinci, so poetic with the flow
and i’m taking the awards and accolades ‘cuz i want the credit (momma)
i’m coming up in the rap game, i’m untamed
studying the ways of the legends, ’til i get my fame (wakanda forever)
i’m ringing in n-gg-s ears ’til they go insane
flow insane, pimpin’ on n-gg-s without a diamond cane
i’m in my element, hear it, ‘cuz i’m telling it
make the earth shake like a whole box of gelatin (t vinci)
no holes in my rap game, like j cole
stubborn man, tell ’em that i’m flying up like super-man (ayy)
i’m so cold like icicles in montreal
better watch out, you step too close you may catch a cold
they running down the side-walk with big talk
n-gg-s shut they mouth when i drive by with tinted pops (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m so cynical, p-ssionate about my rap influence
can’t even deny it because you’re boppin’ and you smilin’, ho
catch a breath ‘cuz i got this off my chest
these rappers tryna test my lyrical g*nius
i’m so inspired, i make king bling retire
these bars are catching fire, i just keep climbing higher
i’m casting out these liars, like (?)
babyeater take them home because their tires catching fire (t vinci)

[chorus: t vinci]
from ohio to africa
from goodland to hong kong
we spit straight fire
we won’t retire
around the world
african boy

[verse 2: big furr]
big furr in the building
yeah, alright
let’s go
conceived in canton, born in altman
yes i am a pretty tall man
i’m an mvp, nfl hall of fame
in canton, ohio is where it’s named
you can find me laying tracks, gathering plaques
i don’t watch the browns, i’ll be let down
in the corn field gathering my grain
i work hard, but i’m immune to pain
a lot of people say that i have half a brain
but i don’t care because i’m getting green
i’m insane
that why i’m getting fame

[chorus 2: t vinci & big furr]
from ohio to africa
from goodland to hong kong
we spit straight fire
we won’t retire
around the world
canton boy

[refrain: marzia]
where you from, where you from?
around the world, all of us
where you from, where you from?
around the world, all of us

[verse 3: babyeater]
coming out of discount marco, yeah (ay)
land of the drunk old folk, h-ll yeah (ay)
stan’s is down the street, we beat the track with the
mvp flow (yo), sorry in advance, i’m k!lling the track, ho (ooh)
wearing checkered vans, sh-t, i’m gonna blow (skrrt)
hate to be that guy, but let it be known
i’m the saltine, no salt though (no salt though)
what i say goes (ay)
i’m blessed like a blown nose, you a lost cause
‘cuz your cadence off tempo like you a blueface clone (ooh)
making a living off k!llings, oj ho
flipping these syllables, breaking your fibula, ho (oj)
first lets talk about my impeccable rhyme ability
it’s k!lling me how n-body rap on the same sk!ll as me (ooh)
approximately ninety-nine percent of the people clowning me
are under-rapping me, it’s not surprising me, honestly (ay)
and half these kids using twice the auto-tune that travis be
what a travesty, a bunch of tiny kids mad and start s-ssing me
i don’t even need to speak back, i just p-ss to teak
swear i feel like time is p-ssing me (ay, ay)
p-ss it back to me, i’m clowning these ‘tards (ooh)
whether in the club, or b-mping it in the car (car)
even mozart would say this sh-t hard
life’s a game of uno, don’t place the wrong card (no, no)
reverse, draw two, inhale, and get lost (ay, ay)
often time my thoughts drift, and time pause (ooh)
syllables speaking, exerting me to go large
my flames are so humid and hot, i sweat fog, yeah
t vinci and furr really f-cking sh-t up
and when we’re in your ear, turn the sh-t up (turn up)
tryna take my crown, but i ain’t giving it up (ay, ay)
think it’ll come easy, you got another thing coming

[refrain: marzia]
where you from, where you from?
around the world, all of us
where you from, where you from?
around the wold, all of us

[chorus: t vinci]
from ohio to africa
from goodland to hong kong
we spit straight fire
we won’t retire
around the world
african boy

- babyeater

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