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letra de beetleborg - ben smith (rapper)

[verse 1: ben smith]
i usually write my lyrics down, but in the meanwhile
i’ll sn-tch the clothes off your back and come up on a free style
waxing like the moon poetically, pathetically
slow rappers sounding out my sh-t phonetically
i’m deep under cover like the rainforest floor
jackin’ your umbrella and then making it pour
we slither up like snakes and leave you rattled
rain on your parade everyday in seattle
blowin’ up your spot with lyrical warheads
spit in your face slap obey stickers on your foreheads
make your crew envious call you gangrene
hit you where it hurts and take out your spleen
comin’ at me sideways, i’m not in the mood
murder you on the track, permanent quite interlude
islamic jar jar binx, pilgrimage to mesa
stand the test of time, great pyramids of giza
on top of my game, but no room for complacence
i put god on a need to know basis
stealing on these fools, i’m a grand larcenist
the far side, where my man gary larson is
phone in the toilet, call you on your sh-t
cowardly rappers make like bananas and split

[verse 2: ben smith]
go in-n-out of in-n-out i have habitual hunger
eat the meat off your bones and leave the rest in the tundra
call me for advice and i’ll just hit ignore
we have no rapport, you’re a knock off beetleborg
f-ck the beaten path, i’m moving through alleys
give you a piece of my mind now you know about me
bum rappers waiting’ on common sense to start kicking in
even if they hear me, i know they’re not listenin’
i spit with a purpose, i’m intense like the circus
i’ll cause a disturbance, and burn you up in the furnace
furnish your living room with nurses now that you’re hurtin’
hit with lyrical sermons , we’re straight calling it curtains
keep my mind sharp like cacti
take the world over, why can’t i
mob so hard get brought up on charges
you stand in front of rhinos get brought down by charges
hammer to your face, you’re getting old boy
your crew acting fishy, like koi
vegetarian rappers, we don’t need meetings
make cuts so deep your speakers stay bleeding
irs stacking paper, i’m the best ignore the haters
keep a cool head refrigerator
don’t reach for the stars, you’ll burn your hands off
i got one in the chamber, in case you want a stand off

[verse 3: ben smith]

i smell blood in the water, now it begins
roll up on your set with triangle shaped fins
if the cops ask, we’re imaginary
read a picture book expand your vocabulary
pelted with tomatoes, from the hecklers
cut you down to size, like wrestlers
triple o.g. status og og og
snacking on rappers like ants on a log
i cycle through rivals, departures and arrivals
shots from this rifle make you holy like the bible
denial, the compet-tion idle
i stifle, your comebacks change your instincts to survival
i do what i can, which is everything you can’t
salty rappers like that’s just your opinion man
i’ll take care of our beef, hamburger helper
fusing’ words together, lyrical welder
weedin’ out the weak ones, horticulture
remove your head, leave you for the vultures
ya’ll get sick beats, but the rap is missin’
i’m f-cking you up, like gapapentin
that’s blocking your sodium channels causing cardiac events
rappers like exact change, they makin’ no sense
ask me i’m satisfied, i’ll tell you never
practice don’t make perfect, practice makes better

- ben smith rapper

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