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letra de brother 2 freestyle - bleak heaven

#verse
raggedy man, lugging jars of wine sword in hand
tragedy man, the words is cutting like swole working the calves
i know some, plus i’m wholesome the title split in halves
imma visit kenosha make it my past
freedom at last, took you long enough position is last
my reflection eternal the blast, hush n-ggas this saint is about to ask
why is n-ggas hybrid, guac avocados grafted granted they seedless hass
heedless words make n-ggas legends on black whips, pity it’s a he-rs-
rat race in a fast pace and not winning, call kubrick a list actor no need to rehe-rs-
n what’s the reverse? need no actors rig a kubrick call, let a cool kid fall
bruise a knee, so boy knows the cost of taking a knee
fell so much back then i let it bleed, the earth tasted my blood that’s why heaven is bleak
h-ll, so far when i’m sat on the sofa, i feel it around me when i’m sober
interpretation, every day since i came to earth from day one
a slap to the ass my first terror, now i spread my voice and vocals over the terra

raggedy man, lugging jars of wine sword in hand
tragedy man, the words is cutting like swole working the calves
i know some, plus i’m wholesome the title split in halves
imma visit kenosha make it my past
freedom at last, took you long enough position is last
my reflection eternal the blast, hush n-ggas this saint is about to ask
[what…sh-t wack]

#verse
guess eden is a cave, i rage n confront the divine letter
my final letter three gap distance to the god mc the 18th letter
don’t interrupt me, interact with me, joe, joel, jack n jill heather
let’s meet at the met, they meant the gala i’m at the station for weather
for all that matters i master the light flow comparable to a d-mn feather
i’m fishing in troubled waters; i cause a splash and there’s a warning don’t say i wet her
i’ll never wed her, i’ll weave a story with 8 sides and get the title of a godly webber
giving up is never, drinking tea is better, the coffee, slushie, still and sparkling water
gurgling the gin n tonic, spitting from the east with blacker and realer ebonics
heard the land is beefing, earth is moving movements under my feet tectonic
the savannah’s green but it’s got soul in it like savara mudigi
ruling over the jiji, the rumor spread that i’m benito mussolini
so, heed me, my prediction imma vacation in fiji, i’ll probably get a b-tch to feed me
that’s probably cap, i’d rather cook a feast n not let the people see me

- bleak heaven

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