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letra de another 1 from generation y - boi tasik

verse 1
another one from generation y emerges
the power surges through my vocal chords like i got wired verses
i’m plugged in nuclear reactors looking like an isis
the muslim stereotype with the soul of hulk destruction
destructive
my pen is p-n-s and splurge in faces
of weak rappers with ghosts writes that’s why they white in face and
could barely write in application and in form submission
dumb f-cks they so stupid that’s the br1m reject em
i’m at the brim of going off, its too late snapped like a seesaw
with abam on both side
these stereo clowns just heehaw
gotta laugh when the haters point out that my sh-t it needs more
of a kick are they stupid when punchlines are deploy?
they overslept on me now the crisis is this
i write sh-t
k!ll hypocrites while i cripple a critic
i was born gifted and cursed so when it comes to lyrics
deliver it like the liver of an alcoholic, sick
its tragic, to see such talent die from only trending
its a waste now they think they waste
i start a course on plumbing
and from the waist i’m most wanted
that’s how i’m bullet bending
so no laws, they don’t apply to me while i’m alpha rapping
omega got my back that’s why i never have no fear and
stay out my lane ill be the death of you from interference

d-mn
they running from a fariz
either that they freeze
either that they seize
to be wack emcees

verse 2
so to the wack emcees
i’m coming back mc’s slip go get that
too many slips with the trap and treat hip hop like a hoe
give her one night stand chasing the fame like frisbee
now i can’t stand
a bunch of b-tch kissing -ss and
chase the disc in the park
they selfie with the tongue out
that filter just for the heart on instagram
and on instant every gram that i wrote
are 24 karat gold weighing the bars that i brought
and i’m the opposite of what you plan
fame is hoe that i f-cked like a one night stand
ya walk of shame bro, she left heels in one hand
smoke in the other coughing out what was my last night jam
she cheap
and at the pole then that’s how she lock your too easy
she done shave yer money off and you look stupid in yeezy
with bars, completely weak too dumb to eat
respond with beats they’re good
but yer rhyme’s pet-te compare to me you’re obsolete
i’m out of league, ahead a week
a head a day decapitate, some wack emcees
in bed i slay i’m half asleep but bars be twice the weight
the words i play are curse
that would verbally slay, each verse
a funeral bell for the fake emcee, rehe-rs-
the sh-t that you bring the words that you sling
boi swing like a b-tterfly ducking the sting
and these bees float like they trap in the ring
i’m m-ssive as c-ssius marcellus clay
this the prime of my day before muhammad ali
don’t really know who i am
before i spit in malay
the sh-t i control with some caliber b-tch
another one from gen y home running this pitch

d-mn
they running from a fariz
either that they freeze
either that they seize
to be wack emcees

- boi tasik

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