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letra de world breakers - beepers & jungle fever

[intro: izzy jone$]
do – dododododododo!
(yeah!)
dollar (squid!)
yeah, i’m ’bout to stunt like the baddest b-tch
the world right now n-gga (n-gga!)
n-gga, n-gga, squid, dollar
yo!

[verse 1: izzy jone$]
counting up the paper (boaw!)
rollin’ through my mind in a scr-per (boaw!)
shocking most haters with a taser
the pen build’s a fort and my rhymes are the fader
n-gga
bound and crowned the king of the misfits
i’m tripping, i’m the guy that’s mad quiet but rip sh-t
she approached ‘shaad but i slid and grabbed the digits
by the end of our conversation
she was obsessed with hieroglyphics
dollar the hustler
sh-t is preposterous
spell check in a mosh-pit
corrected through a faucet
just a nappy headed prince
with some focus
it’s supercalifragilisticexpiali-dopesh-t
not up for conflict but mad rad in the summer
if you ever actually hit
better watch out for my brother’s (bjf n-gga)
top shot like dos’equis, squid
forever, n-gga, it’s be, je, efe
(dollar!, word!)

[hook: roger rebel]
forsake the past
ain’t got no time for snakes in the gr-ss
my n-ggas rad, doper than dope
and we breaking the bad
knuckles br-ss, walk in the place
hoes shakin’ that -ss
world breakers takin’ globe
with a pen and a pad (x2)

[verse 2: jaythadon.]
peep the future and gander at this rapping abomination
karma suture take a look at what’s soon to be domination
in pursuit of, taking over entire nations
i’mma shoot you with these gats stuffed into these backpack raps
take a nap before i clap with this meat in my lap
and mentally i’m meant to be, spitting this chemistry
i know you feeling me like you getting f-cked by the sin in me
taking my pen and slaughtering all of my enemies
weapons of m-ss destruction, ain’t no defense from the
epitome of the sick of the sickily, leaving my adversaries looking p-ssy
as we sh-tting on many and many f-ck with the beeper clan
but we don’t f-ck with many
we really in an insidious city, chilling with legends like lenon and biggie
with bodies as big as a building while we building an empire
but we really chilling

[hook: roger rebel]

[verse 3: just’shaad]
the reigning cl-ss clown
laugh, i maneuver the ash now
of my foes so i send a rose to esteems that i’ve shot down
blowing off steams to support reasons as to why i’m hot now
crippling crutched f-g rappers who lunge for riches and style
the houdini, to your career
not advised to venture here
unless remedial cl-sses and dentures will suit you like easter sunday
how punchlines hit you
(it’s) ali in his prime
times 9/11, divided by 911
meaning i’m one of a kind
still blowing minds
so take this stick of dynamite & swallow cyanide
and nighty night (n-gga)

[hook: roger rebel]

[verse 4: roger rebel]
pull up a seat, listen as i beat up this beat
out of the pan into the fire and into my t–th
don’t f-ck with me
panties in bunch with a list of the rappers i p-ssed off
then ripped a clip off, in my mouth then sent a pit fall
take my team and lift off
opposition soundin’ atrocious
split y’all in half
noob saibot better yet moses
y’all think my roses don’t stink, till i overflowed(ed) my tank
then overdosed on dopest potion (over-loaded my bank)
i got more knowledge than siri tho
till the point paralyzed still feel me tho
they say my papi was sposed to copy
i scratched the serial, criminal
tryna capture m-sses, nirvana
my nightmares’ll turn to dreams when i wake up in manana
and my dreams’ll be triple beam
when i spit i spit a sauna
the whole world collapse from my earth shakin’ trauma

[hook: roger rebel]
-whispers-

[verse 5: daige]
see i done came a long way, over coming these obstacles
goin’ at ya head now, something like a follicle
to think that i ain’t k!llin’ sh-t
man that’s not even logical
still got the power to put emcees in hospitals
i got big dreams, happen to my psyche
probably chillin’ with jay & bee
rollin’ some blue ivy
see i’m always motivated, shout out to the bro tim
and if you hate i’ll drown you in a frank ocean
man, y’all fail to realize that i’m a cold artist
you wanna come up with recycled flows you are just garbage
sleepin’ on the hardest? all i see is targets
these bars don’t come free you’ll be lucky to get a bargain
ha, like a thrift store do
come on man what’s this game without dejavu
see i’m sicker than allergies, but sweeter than cavities
my n-ggas got soul(sole) like a f-cking nike factory
done

- beepers jungle fever

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