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letra de versailles - bluseph

-clears throat-

yo!

[verse 1]

the spliff came with a friend, eyes asian again
i blow the haze through the nasal, my dame is a ten
i aim at propane when i’m waiving the pen
so cue the flames, doing thangs, bruh. my range is immense
i’m dropping topics proper, don’t believe it, gotta stop your doctrine
if i’m not the hottest, then there’s a problem with your schemata of hot
you claim you’re sick, but you’re just coughin’ a lot
i’m fresh to death, best dressed, i’m in a coffin a lot
i’m probably sparkin’ some pot
a marksman as an archer with no arch in his shot
so get to calling the cops
i’m with the top tier squadron more often than not
make off with chicks like a fox. then they offer the box
i’m going in; flow like faucet water running through the tap
make the call; not a problem, i be coming through with pack
never fumble with the sack
wanna rumble, we can scr-p
leave ’em screaming uncle once i threw a couple of them jabs
it’s a wrap

[verse 2]

yo
and that’s not even the best part
just found the plug, toking bud big as reptar
and then i po’ the pint
grab my d-ck, hold the mic
these posers get exposed to light. a quotient of the prototype
potion got me floating right
your ho finna open for my show tonight
i played the role of dolomite; show ya’ right
and they say my diction gets a bit absurd
ground breaking statements, make ’em kick the richter to the curb
and i’m slipping with my words again. victim of the turbulence
i hope you break a leg. the show is over. close the curtains in
all the worthless verses that you spurting never pertinent
murderous. give you nerds a curb to kiss; turn and kick
dopest quotes; got you hopeless yearning for that tourniquet
spliff god; peep the preacher slurring when the sermon’s spit
n-gga. i swear they don’t deserve this sh-t…

[verse 3]

yo!
cause my oratory performance is scoring epic proportions
it’s evident the rhetoric is nothing short of flawless
i’m heaven sent. the reverend’s addressing me as awesome
clever when i’m flossing. you tentatively talking
guaranteed to dead him if he represents a target
and bet you catching wreck, it’s like you stepping in a mosh pit
i’m the best. you should definitely forfeit
my presence is a detrimental problem
peasants steady starving. while i’m effortlessly marvelous
regardless, my bars ’bout as hard as that floor is
a n-gga sl!ck with it
never slip, wrap the piff, take a l!ck, hit it
catch a whiff, mack a b-tch, then i get digits
make a strip, take a d-ck, make a quick pivot
leave b-tch i’m dismissive

-laughter-

yo…

- bluseph

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