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letra de book of war - big les

verse 1: big les
you see these rhymes comin’ from a young boy, straight out the hood of shaolin
that’s the s-t-a-t-e-n, staten
island
what’s with the profilin’ and stylin’
apparently everybody got some diamonds
this is why my day gets brightened
see i could murder souls without even tryin’
or without bein’ violent, huh, fightin’
so it really matters what environment you apply in
‘cuz i admire minds of people who were inspired
by greats up next to christ and
excitin’ seven lighters, it’s on fire
this is why my day gets brighter
like the ghost rider, havin’ to wear biters
i’m venomous, like spiders, with twenty five vipers
with a sniper, aimed at your girl, you still won’t revive her
i advised her to get rid of the tiger
and you too, so i had to renew my deuce deuce
bars, multiply by two (plus twenty five)
that’s sixty nine bars aimed at your dude and you too
sixty nine bars for murder, once in a blue moon
no problem k!llin’ two dudes, to moon
and back down to earth, before they’re gone too soon
i’ll wait until you move, wait two, and a half days to shoot at the four boots
that’s two pairs of shoes
now there’s nothing for you to do
tie a aux cord around your necks, have to make y’all use bluetooth
found out it was too huge
or too new, for two dudes
due to, a change in the atmosphere
slits in the wrist so fast it’s blue, or how that appears
sh-t, 2016 was a disastrous year
but now it’s oughta be a badder year
i mean better, whatever
i’m too clever
air blown all over just like pressure
i might get cheddar, while i wear a sweater
made out of feathers
spillin’ all my pop while i’m in a wine cellar
since ooouuu, my mind’s better
now i must decide whether
i could write letters
to right fellas
about how i’m type jealous
publish it as a book, and might sell it
then hide before they might get a
little stressed out, like 19 chimpanzees
debatin’ on which ones could get to eat
they should chill like the yankees
come back the next year, a little less cranky
and get fancy, dance around in pink panties
then the team should split up, indians and pakistanis
and maybe leave their home base, home place, to bandwagon like kd
that’s not me, but everybody still hates me
like i care what you guys think, y’all the boats, i’m a tsunami
i’ll make y’all sink
and tear apart your lil yachty’s, and your lil uzi’s
cuz’ i’m crazy like lil boosie
i’ll take out anybody, post it on the ‘tube, like fousey
but it won’t be cl!ckbait, it’ll be some real ish
but promote it ’till it uploads, and then i will reveal it
cut you, open up the wound, that’s some deep sh-t
take you to the hospital, they wouldn’t treat it, even though you need it
for all you fake shady’s please stand up, just kidding you please sit
‘cuz there’s real or there’s fake, there’s never nothin’ ever between it
if i ever say it, best believe i mean it
i’ll rip you into pieces
‘cuz i’m the undefeated g*nius
make you beat it
you don’t meet my criteria, read it
you’ll see the lord in me, the messiah, but not jesus

- big les

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