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letra de buy-in - brutus balthazaar

buy-in lyrics
[part i]

[verse 1]
i don’t believe in anything, not even myself
i mean i got potential but defeatist like h-ll
i don’t see it strange if not even i sell
i ain’t in ya cell, they released me on bail
common thesis is perceivin i fail
but copy themes and i’ll be seeing things swell
top achievement is to bottom feeders
is to swabbing feces of who eatin from pails (puke)
gotta talk back to the bad talk
in my back yard, where i walk at
get a ball gag like a hog applе
then a dog tag, when i rock cats
you all gassin up who i’m passin out
fuel is castor oil and you’rе ass to mouth
u-haul, aston martin, i view a massive margin
you’re in the wrong department, you are aftermarket

[bridge]
this isn’t my own crib
dependent, a token
unto ken, a broke kid
and this genre i’ve grown in
haven’t broke in
but there’s hope yet
[verse 2]
fountain of youth or they found you in two
come out the booth like “i’m not gonna shoot”
success just isn’t what you amounting it to
but if i sunk my t–th in it, i’d be counting it too
f-ck being counterfeit and you’re proud of it too
i’d rather be counterintuitive
a sellout’s a vulture, a cowardly move
get the h-ll out the culture, you gotta be stupid (spit)

[part ii]

[verse 3]
first amendment and i’m talking my sh-t
second amendment walk in with the stick
if y’all against it i got something to kiss
soft leather, i got an imprint
chalk sketches from adults not the kids
hard lessons, just a part of the biz
start lettin in dark messages
heart of metal and i’m harder to k!ll

[bridge 2]
don’t conflate opulence with dominance
contradict common sense, and commas end
you pray to dollars even make it obvious
take your profits and you lay it all on to us
“it ain’t accomplishments”, wanna get mom a crib
f-ck sake stop it, ‘fore you takin out ribs
great compliments turn fake confidence
you gettin c-cky, bet you taste your condom ends
[verse 4]
illegitimate and on the ticket for the composition like my competition (huh)
reminiscing never getting with it
either copy image or you not committed
sudden death, who you beat in the action?
russ at best, who’s supreme at average
gun to head, i won’t speak to the masses
f-ck a bed, imma sleep in a casket

- brutus balthazaar

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