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letra de chronic frenzy - brxkenshire

verse 1 – lil yeet

whether i flow or i sing, ya
i’m gonna beat, ya
whether it’s mine or a feature
i’m gonna beat ya
gonna be on the scene, ya
we gonna seen, ya
livin’ our dreams, ya
we’ll be livin’ our dreams, ya
you gonna part at the seems, ya
so i’m hopin’ to see ya
you can see what i’ll be, ya
won’t be much more i need, ya
i’ll still be spittin’ that heat, ya
but that’s not all the i’ll be, ya
when we’re livin’ our dreams, ya

verse 2 – jallen
back for seconds like i’m obsessed, read my lyrics and, try to visualize my concepts, run up on me and, try to test my reflexes, i’m loveless, i’ll slice ya like a sample, with my [?], even with a comp-ss, you can’t see where i’m comin’, you don’t know what’s comin’ next, i’ma challenge them and try to beat the best, sh-t
aus ain’t a test as i don’t flex i hex, make puns that f-ck your mind, that is mental s-x, but believe i am goin’ in dry, evil plans i can see, i’m flowin’ til i die, i believe my raps are goin’ to the sky, retrieve words that are still in my life, i don’t cry, but i’m showin’ the pinnacle of my rhymes, what you need, to do in desperate times, sit n’ put deep thought, into every line, make sure your punctual keep your words on time, rap blueprints to f-ckin’ be ruthless, b-ss that hits you and leaves you clueless, only way i do this, so now it’s easy, i don’t have to think when i spit, and yes i know it sounds cheesy, but believe me when i say, i’m real, and true til the day that i die, that i ain’t f-ckin’ jokin’, but i feel like when i say that, i f-ckin’ lose respect,which is all that i’m tynna gain in this game, and there ain’t much left, mainstream artists, i still can’t trust them, i know my lyrics are raw, but don’t faint yet, please breathe, yes, take a breath, this ain’t a test, this a presentation to point out my power, i see my music as a fresh breathe of life into this game, i’ve picked a brain, and sheered, with my pilot flame

verse 3 – lilob1
somethings you’ll cross will shake ya like a heart attack, part of me was to giving, now i’ll never get my martyr back, but the rest of me has been cared from using to become an ancient artifact, see other rappers try that, just raise the bar to rap, too many love songs leavin’ ’em in that cardiac, but it ain’t even real love, just change direction, start another match, too many tryhards tying hard to displace what hip-hop already has, goin’ on here, mean it’s not a race, though if your music truly is your art, then lets just keep it to yourself, but if you’re here for b-tches and riches then get your cd off the shelf, i delved into this, that’s some time i ain’t ever gettin’ back, if hip-hop’s so precious why do we, keep lettin’ whack emcee’s get up, i’m not takin’ shots, just wanna freeze your cup before it overrun, and then you sell, for that pricetag, cos i don’t know, you mighta been nice back then, all the nights back then, before the cameras, were snappin’, and flashin’, before the money, before the company, before the fashion, just back to rappin’, if there’s one industry that can be saved, i believe, hip-hop needs to change before i leave, take your floor and leave, drop it next month, i’m ? just like a leaf, but like a tumbleweed, a small voice can take down jungle trees, so stay humble on your knees and pray, don’t fumble my receipt, you feel the hunger on the beat, that’s just what it’s like, to be me, i just might, hit the g, i just might, hit the weed, i just might do this, give me a try, bih you know i do this, i’m sayin’ holla camarara, i’m here sayin’ holla to your daughter, trust me my dreams are more, f-cked up than anything you ever thought up, i mean if i really followed through could have you humdrum and quartered, my ? b-tch and i could do way more than just slaughter, b-tch repeatin’, switchin’ seats, where were we sittin? wouldn’t trade in this life for anythin’, so i’m grabbin’ the receipt and rippin’ it to pieces, like i did when i eat that to pieces, cos d-mn that sh-t was delicious, it made me delirious, i’m bad for teens to listen to, i’m bein’ serious, d-mn dog, these cats runnin’ away from your raps, don’t play, the just don’t wanna cop the blowback after i snap, how long is it gonna be before that? i don’t know, but you can start by givin’ this sh-t another playback

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