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letra de intro - bone hill

[intro]
you don’t even [?] my grades was help from teachers, other teachers, unless they’re guesses, that’s it, now please stop complaining

[verse 1: infamous]
the action is hacking and blacking up synonyms, antonyms, and acronyms
backing up actresses on mattresses so they can hop on my sh-t like laxatives
sorry b-tch i get gnarly, i’m ready to shoot my “tommy boy” like i’m chris farley
can hardly alarm me or harm me like a full fledged f-cking army
leaving potential permanent scaring
you outta options ’bout the business like hopsin
your favorite rapper ain’t popping, mopping the floor with yachty, chopping up the body, just sit here jotting while the carc-ss just lays there rotting
read the logic proof i’m catastrophic
imma fully automated robotic animatronic
gimme the beat you know imma hop on it
sound that’s quadraphonic, harmonic but hypnotic
a rapper faster than the speed of sound, bound to be supersonic my bombs are atomic
speaking this sh-t so fluently, not even true to be demonic
get it “in full gear” near to stetsasonic
it’s like pro era “peep the apocalypse”
fakes be copping clips, even if they run up ain’t no stopping this, snake rappers hopping on sh-t, shopping for brand new whips, robbing out dealerships, i’m like stevie wonder singing “fingertips”
actually in all actuality i’m factually choking fakes gradually, casually coming from an lds family, i don’t act naturally like i can make a body disappear magically, semiannually

[verse 2: yung meridian]
aye
got that 1400 if a n-gga playing games wit’ me
got that off white but i’m off the pill
i’m so f-cking ill with my rhymes
my homies got that nine, aye
aye, got your b-tch she sucking on my tip
yuh, if a n-gga act silly i’m finna hit a l!ck, aye, yuh
aye, n-ggas really phony, i ain’t your boat if you’re acting like a hoe, oh, aye, yuh, aye

(now please stop complaining)

[verse 3: abe the splash god]
yuh
recognize the name like cordae, next to the ybn
scared of me with the lyrical fights i’m in
dirty like peanut’s mirror
“rubbin’ off the paint” like nahmir
f-ck you up if you come near
busting through speakers, cutting through heads with cleavers
never eager for features
taking lives, a generations grim reaper
your b-tch a lip reader, minority but a leader
straight forward, never cut corners
rich n-gga but it raining quarters
people on my hit list, sick of rappers with the sh-t hits
dropping like hiroshima
adopting it like oxenspree

(now please stop complaining!)

- bone hill

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