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letra de m.o. - brent bronze

[intro:]
don’t ask him where he went
he ended up upon mount olympus
don’t ask him where he went
he ended up upon mount olympus…

[verse 1:]
a tentative visit became an intimate system within himself
the river styx i took a dip in
i saw narcissus drowned body, while finding life in mister sisyphus
the rhythm is
the most important
see the price of life is exorbitant
inelastic, so don’t let a n0body take it with plastic
archimedes did the calculus so i could make a classic
i’m the new world renaissance man
i been a god-send
i did not just pop in
like i said on the drop man
i feel like prometheus
you can figure out what i mean
meanwhile i sit above every mean
so this mid talk gon’ get cut like i’m eq-ing
these medians can’t stand me, they stuck in the middle
baby, i’m not walking i’m landing
the mode i’m in is after images as my branding
i’m too fast to process
i frequently increase my frequency until i’m outside your understanding
talmbout 20k that’s about a tenth of a tenth of what my advance should be advancing
this strength is herculean, i should be family planning
cause all these rappers is getting sonned like them n-ggas was tanning
embarrassing
[refrain:]
don’t ask him where he went
you see where he’s perched
you hear every verse

don’t ask him where he went
he ended up upon mount olympus
don’t ask him where he went
he ended up upon mount olym- uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 2:]
i’m not done
i mean when am i ever
yes, i really do think i am really this clever
forever ago i was better than whoever you mention
this is orpheus eatery luring mcs with greenery to eat them easily along with the beats they are battered and served on a bronze platter
along a tall glass of sweet tea, you mean to say you’re raw
but it don’t mean sh-t to b
what difference does it make?
you’re still dead meat to me
i’m the grim reaper, r.i.p.ing through snares and kick heaters
moving needles like an addict
park a rapper, the flow jurassic
god cried when i died, brought me back i am lazarus
i’m hazardous when spittin’
all my idols dead n-gga
you are not my competition
the only one i care bout still living is that n-gga with them innervisions
might as well be zeus
i’m used to useless juiceless fruitless movement twostep while i moonwalk on jupiter
otherwise known as zeus again
the etymology of brent means holy one, of a river so i guess the flows must be heaven sent, a blessing from a pantheon
this is what you can’t be on
this goes for any, all
i do not come with the sticker, n-gga, do not “try me”
screw the beats, screw the singing
you can’t compare to my rhyming
every line that you write is just that, lyin’
made a mountain out a molehill, and that’s where i’m dying
if everybody’s a critic then anybody can get it
i’ll be rapping in yiddish, strictly for the hasidic
see bronze is in fact, a religion
the pen catalytic the way it continues to convert the dismissive
i went through a mission and started penning every lyric
the way the-pen-dent sh-t you could claim it on taxes
i’m trying to get buzz-like static
fantastic
n-gga i have every right
if this was an olympic sport, the bronze medal would be far and above any accolade that you might, get
and i’d get it everytime
and i’d get it everytime

- brent bronze

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