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letra de flesh-n-bone - beaker

[verse1:beaker]
since i can remember i recall being snubbed
always had my parents but i’ve never been hugged
do i sound bitter over not being loved?
i learned real quick but my siblings all slugged
i am my own person, yup i gained an ident-ty
parents hate that so they scared to be a friend of me
frenemy? nope they scared to be a friend of me
beaker ain’t real yeah that’ll be the end of me
you can’t hold me down how long will that last?
you let me off the leash and i bit you in the -ss
undeniably, i became so enlightened
brought a’s and b’s home overly excited
now i stick to writin cause it’s only worth my timin
the benefits i reap are oh so enticin
i do it to my likin like i’m sponsored by nike
thinkin bout the time that i spit on brown vikings
ooh it felt good, i mean it felt real good
did it once before so a second i should
i hold a f-ckin mic, and i grasp with all my might
hoping you can see my goals in crystal clear sight
look towards my future cause that sh-t is lookin nice
but i throw on some shades cause that sh-t is too bright
i take my time, like it owed me in advance
knockin high hats off high horses all before i crash
i dish my raps out like they got it on demand
direct and to the point cause i’m the mothaf-ckin man
big time kid from a small time town
aspirations bigger than the joke on a clown
aiming at the crown yup i’m slingin my arrows
in my past life you could’ve sworn that i was a pharaoh
yeah, chillin on the throne getting head by the bunches
thought of making pyramids all on some hunches
never been the type to pull any of my punches
if you’re trying to go to war then you trying to get to nothing
beaker pound guerrillas like alligators on ships, pause
making them eat dirt without trying to make them trip, boss
i don’t give a f-ck, does that mean i don’t give d-ck? nah
metaphor for tellin my feelings to jump cliff, uh
everytime i rap temperature seems to change
i guess it all depends on the sh-t that i say
if i feel like i’m the hottest then of course i’m gonna flame
if i’m feelin a little cold then hypothermia is my name
how’s that even possible, i’m relative to fahrenheit
i ain’t tryna die cause i’m shootin for a paradise

- beaker

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