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letra de vigilante justice - brink

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[chorus]
look into my eyes
take in all my pride
i’ve got nothing to hide
but my fist with a knife
take this for a ride like
the women you lied to
it’s march it’s the ides
and i want you to die

[verse 1]
i don’t pull t–th, i push pins
knock the door down and i break in
my patience is fading
put the foot down and i lace it
’cause i don’t settle for a base hit
run home, stock up on cases
i mean face it, i’m faceless
draw a ghost on these graves here

see im c.l.y.d
roll up, you can’t find e
pat me down i’m so clean
this d ain’t got no st
i’m over you, no beef
vero, acid, og?
you’re white kids, just like me
you straight up salt lake city

write the 801 up on my headstone
red state, i got called abno
or a non mo, i go commando
undergarments, yeah no
all else i’m just a rascal
tryna put paint up where it don’t go
flip flops got no fours
rep the raptors despite the logo

i’m thinking “why?” with this jealous sh-t
do you think i’m irrelevant?
hope you die, for the h-ll of it
i’m fly like the emirates

i’m jive? then i’m selling it
don’t cry, i’m a felon b-tch
i’ll side with the cell again
cop’s grave, i’m irreverent

get off of my case and let that sh-t go cold
look away then look back i’ll be spitting gold
i’m not interested in blunts and bank notes all rolled
i just wanna make kids with no savings feel bold

i mean look at me guys, i’m no average joe
not best in your sight i’m the best in the world
i’m blessing these girls and i’m blessing these hoes
my sh-ts so hot it rivals your stove

appear at the door, i’m the worst jehovah’s witness
or mormon, don’t know i just get down to business
i’m your biggest foe, all you care bout is b-tches
not consent, so listen, i’m bout to outdo slit wrists

you did this to her, so you’ll get this from me
the pain that you caused is hard to make you see
don’t play victim brah, i’m not on any spree
i just hang rapists, banging’s not worth the death of empathy

[chorus] (x2)

[verse 2]
are you ready for the wrath of a mad man
so dark, like i’m rapping with batman
jumped out his whip just to sack on some cats d-mn
type of sh-t that makes you look back on the bad lands

oh man, i gotta get back to my true roots
i remember when i would’ve shot up with these cool dudes
all i do now is wish i could keep out of these lewd moods
planning every party like your pickup line is fool proof

pool-roof, backwards, conquest thats absurd
you’re worried bout your now, man i’m worried bout her after
greeting every drunk girl like a synonym for laughter
got to home inebriated, well i guess it’s batter

up, meet me after, i’ll get you in a mental state
-n-logous to bad as f-ck, then you’ll get a brand new gait
substrate for don’t hate, check next with whom mate
you’re lucky buddies went and held me back from my full rage

[chorus] (x2)

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