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letra de freestyle 1 - blank face bandit

[verse 1]
i used to cop a lot, with my round hat and my gl-sses
but never cop no stop, burnin’ n-gg-s to ashes, been with the m-sses for a long time, it was lethal
my thoughts from my cerebral raining down on this paper, i’m brainstorming, let me know when it blows over
a hurricane through my brain, is a gold token, you outspoken, hopin’ that your word’s a hit
or maybe you could earn a b-tch if you play your cards right, but it don’t matter, i go all night on these tracks, never no sleep

ghostly, the way i slide right past these n-gg-s, ko, six figures, six fingers all it take, six wingers, then we doin’ this, i’m takin’ all the cake
about the robbery, the atrocity of the animonisty, never bothered me, i go anonymous, so ominous, when i’m on this, tsunamis h-t, f-ck romney, rich
i take your b-tch and then i find clip, a young prodigy, will find a b-tch, and get famous, in due time, straighten n-gg-s better than spines — with two lines, two times

i done said it — and i meant it, b-tch i’m too relentless, i’m with this, people say i’m s-d-stic, i’m really not, look at the statistics, used to be a misfit, you missed the joint
you missed the point, too facetious, this the raw sh-t, all this, your crew will need it, cut you in half, no symmetry, ruining your imagery, division, pay the dissident
too belligerent, on the track, i’m disparate, different, don’t give a sh-t. mind open like we took the pill from limitless, we been reaching for the stars since we was little kids
now we smoke clouds because the sky is where the limit is

i have 250 songs unreleased, don’t believe it, double deuce, goodbye, triple o-section, go get bagged and checked in, go get a reverend
i rap all day, nothing more irrelevant, too celibate, might sell a b-tch, it was evident, that this kid might prosper, prognosis, problems of a teen, a fiend, too potent
need more potion, that drink, get em’ slumped up, drunked down, and k!ll his sorrows so tomorrow he’ll be able to borrow the microphone, or if he’s still, not feelin’ well
then he might go home, either way, he was too depressed, “who’s the best”, that’s what’s they say, hey, he was hungry anyway like budapest. he just wants to let the checks loose
and go hard on tracks like papoose, he a fast dude, but he know it’s time to slow down, pick up the mic and represent his home town, he on his own now, his “friend” left
him, he got two left, and other n-gg-s groupies, chill, to contest, the fact that if he catch a track, and break even, maybe make it big and get signed to a record label
those are dreams, but dreams fade away right, after all, he wants to be a ball player, but he only 5’9″, and he have no time for both, but what if he grows, then maybe it work out

but for now, he’ll stick to rappin’, he already good at it, he so stagmatic for the rap addicts and flow-rap-have it, attractive, likes magnets, black holes, and gravity
you had the see this, because he too conceited, and if you meet him, you will see this is different sh-t, a legacy, follow me, i do it with integrity, be yourself dont
try to be like your favorite celebrity, anything less than the best is a felony, that’s what they tellin’ me, and all that jealousy will either get you k!lled or in prison
you should be happy that you still livin’, are you senile?

i’m the best rapper for my age, you don’t see how, replay this freestyle, do you see now?

- blank face bandit

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