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letra de the rapping of the dead - broken pixels

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verse 1 [jerome chance]
spitting my lyrics my mind is the ammo
tongue is the trigger, my lungs are the barrels
out in the open, no camo, apparel, now nut up or shut up ain’t singin’ no carols, now gimme my twinkies i’m swinging like harrels

son, guns are the way, my grey is an ay-kay
brain only sprays in the way that i say
say, mike j. sway
thrill ’em and k!ll ’em, it’s walking, i’m talking, i chill ’em and grill ’em, it’s talking, i’m biting, i fill ’em and spill ’em

match in the ziplock: strike it, light it
blast from the lip, fast when i rip
i’m– guiness in minutes diminish the sinister
try bite, night, night, finish, administered

talk ain’t cheap, i say to survive
while you eat free, she paid with her life
ungrateful, you get what you paid for
rebates, cheapskate, all that you’re made for is all day shuffle

snuggle my muzzles, i give ’em the payload and ell-em-eff-ay-oh
try an alliance to silence the violence
just in the lich, witness your highness

they eat fine when not enough said
i speak my mind and let ’em eat lead
you: drip, slump, walk, drunk, can’t jump, skin shrunk, pump, uh, funk, jump, chest bump, pump, pump

hook [nuyoriqueña] (nuyoriqueña)
no-one wants to bite on you (no-one wants)
this rhyme life isn’t right for you (to bite on you)
and you rhyme weak and you sound slow (this rhyme life isn’t)
i think you need to readjust your flow (right for you)

and no-one picks your brain (and you rhyme weak)
you shouldn’t even play this game (and you sound slow)
too afraid to go on k!lling sprees (i think you need to)
you shouldn’t be an emcee (readjust your flow)

no-one wants to bite on you
rhyme life isn’t right for you (no-one picks your brain)
you rhyme weak and you sound slow (shouldn’t even)
i think you need to readjust your flow (play this game)

and no-one picks your brain (too afraid to)
shouldn’t even play this game (go on k!lling sprees)
too afraid to go on k!lling sprees (you shouldn’t be)
you shouldn’t be an em-see (an em-see)

verse 2 [jerome chance]
no, oh no, go slow – get mowed, bro
my prose blows, so pros get no doze
you flo’ froze, yo’ flow goes rojo
yak yak, pop, lock, stop, lock, dead drop, my-my-my head fly like jai lai

they chewed pac, and biggie was juicy
i’m digging profusely, no figuring loosely
live in the soil: i will try to foil you, broil you, you, and the crew, if they loyal, too

are you that tough, think i bluff, had a rough day?
beat-beat-beat, have you had enough, dre?
foolish and ghoulish, you’re drooling and mulish
you’re prey, did you pray, have you had enough, jay?

hook [nuyoriqueña] (nuyoriqueña)
no-one wants to bite on you (no-one wants)
this rhyme life isn’t right for you (to bite on you)
and you rhyme weak and you sound slow (this rhyme life isn’t)
i think you need to readjust your flow (right for you)

and no-one picks your brain (and you rhyme weak)
you shouldn’t even play this game (and you sound slow)
too afraid to go on k!lling sprees (i think you need to)
you shouldn’t be an emcee (readjust your flow)

no-one wants to bite on you
rhyme life isn’t right for you (no-one picks your brain)
you rhyme weak and you sound slow (shouldn’t even)
i think you need to readjust your flow (play this game)

and no-one picks your brain (too afraid to)
shouldn’t even play this game (go on k!lling sprees)
too afraid to go on k!lling sprees (you shouldn’t be)
you shouldn’t be an em-see (an em-see)

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