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letra de my spot - braidz mc

[verse 1: braidz]
‘cuz i’m so sick of being f-cked over, by young vultures
who know my bars cold like half broken taverns when it starts snowing
next time i leave my heart open and someone comes poking
they’ll be on some live tv – they won’t know where the cast’ going
laughing at the thought you think you’d touch and destroy this
when your sh-t’s half r-t-rded like a f-cked up conjoined twin
you nothings’ annoying, just after some noise, but
i’m their cousins enjoyment like their uncle before me
go from star gone to sun storm, punch on to guns drawn
gums talk to tongues torn, sub mold to car bomb holder
these c-nts all wanna talk of ya’
try and push you to the cliff, then act p-ssed when you jump off
i’d speak more about my problems if they fit in the one song
give a sh-t for your c-m shots, i’m really a nut-job
and rap don’t make you hard – your rhythm ain’t mugshots
i call these rappers bingo ’cause their syllables suck dog

[hook: braidz]
but they been sleeping on the kid for so long, that ya’ boy went and turned into a grown up
i’ve been scheming in the sticks for so long, that you all started asking where the dro was
but nothing was lost just got hungry for dosh
next to be and best believe it ’til i crumble and rot
can’t run rings around me when you’re stuck in a box
so i’ll be claiming top 5 until they come for my spot

[verse 2: braidz]
lately i’m lost, maybe its from the strains that i’m on
braidz had went pop and they had forgot just how crazy i was
i feel like k21 making a song hanging with strut
i see these single minded folk and wanna fade em to dust
i remember metal-heads used to take us all on
and now they wanna rap, think it’s fake and a front
scene switching leech b-tches, clear as day with no fog
i’ll be hip hop’s hospital, i’ve never had the patience for punks
slept on for so long now i’m basically done
since they’re taking these drugs it’s hard enough just waking em up
you won’t find me at a show ’cause i don’t pay for no gronks
i’m like a dodgy rottie breeder, i’ve never given paper to dogs
never had plans of really taking this far
now the dreams to the see the scene regret they hated on bruz
the goal was just make music never raising a gl-ss
but now i’d pop a bottle except i’m aiming at skulls
’cause i’m crazy enough get arms thrown at a gun show and cut throats
til ya throwing up red like sun stroke suffering blood folk
you c-nts won’t run no sh-t if i let my tongue go
have em calling me a god – i’ve never been a nun though
the scene’s now a stunt show, so up on ya’ bike kids
y’all so blinded by the pipe that we’re stuck in an ice freeze
while i got em making sounds like when f-cking a dime piece
they got em dropping mouth and busting a dry heave

- braidz mc

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