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letra de regardless - big kwam

[produced by the creators]

[verse 1: big kwam]
my seeing consist of
rap-listeners, dutch-twistas
kwam, but to you, ‘mr. sneaky like a whisper’
ease back, degrees drop, to make ya knees knock
my st–z poppin’, more pressure per inch than a breeze block
each breathe releases, a blessed thesis
caress leases, br–sts, check mates, like chess pieces
kwam’s strict, with the bomb sh-t, sharp like th-rn-bricks
swarm quick, with more hits, than cl-ts up in p-rn fl!cks
you know my vital stats, i kick recitals that—
n-ggas get, praised like bible facts, get your t-tles sn-tched
’cause it’s up for grabs, kwam hit up guts with jabs
lyrical rugby, gag all you f-ckin’ crabs
so sleep tight, my technique strike the weak type
with each mic, i sweep like, n-gga’s legs in street fights
i devastate featherweights, over clever rates
get my level straight, give me the sign, and i’ll detonate

[verse 2: big kwam]
my cart runneth over, spillin’ poems that be drillin’ domes
with implants, slow like silicone, emcees be in the k!llin’ zone
my words all swerve, like curve b-lls
i herb ya’ll on the spot, my rap drop attract flocks, like bird calls
in one heart beat, i spark fleets, on dark streets
from birth this was my turf, i hold down with sharp cleets
i stack piles with wild styles
every post certified-dope, like crack valves
plus the black child, who scoop more dimes than meth bags
my left jab bound to leave you with flesh scabs, drop you like a mesc tab
now who kwam ‘gon roll over next, you can check my roll of decks
i hit ya solar-plex, and jet with no regrets
i’m too hot to play close, hop, and stay ghost
at least those, the plans that i has, to sn-tch pesos
immaculate raps, that makes my capitol stack
i swing a battle axe, from hacky-sack back to cack-a-lack

[verse 3: big kwam]
miraculous recovery, battle the coveney, attack you ug-ly
wax and cheddar stack, crack the bubb-uly, reactin’ lov-e-ly
vocal chords failin’ to struggle, wanna be seen makin’ more green than shrubbery
you buggin’ b, if you think that you smilin’ in front of me
cause i’ve discoveries, that n-ggas hatchin’ plots, and rubbin’ me
far from tame, kwam in-flame ya membranes, caused by pen stains
run through tracks like the n-train
my insane— mind is like frayed ends, i lay gems on joints by mayhem
and caught wreck like play pens
divine like the pope, who wanna hang
i’ll slide ’em rope, blow minds like lines of c0ke
collages like kaleidoscopes
rap reactionary, in fact, fracture every—
jack and jerry, trigger happy, like tackleberry
i’ll come through, mics blastin’ off, like kalashnikov-
rifles, ill disciples, smokin’ with the raspy cough

[chorus: big kwam]
clap ya mind; heartless, rap; divine, marvelous
run at ya own peril kwam, shine regardless
clap ya mind; heartless, rap; divine, marvelous
run at ya own peril kwam, shine regardless
clap ya mind; heartless, rap; divine, marvelous
run at ya own peril kwam, shine regardless
clap ya mind; heartless, rap; divine, marvelous
run at ya own peril kwam, shine regardless (shine regardless…shine…regardless…shine regardless)

- big kwam

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