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letra de magnum opus music - capital (rapper)

verse 1
big willie styling styling on my magnum opus
when i perform these songs it’s like coitus
my debut on the charts gon be calvin broadus
with dopeness leaking out of every orifice
i’ll be kicking it even after rigor mortis
an intelligent hoodlum yelling arrest potus
ain’t nothing changed if you haven’t noticed
the media camera tricks and hocus pocus
i got black magic it obeah
my cornucopia overflow like fruitopia
might go build a utopia in ethiopia
afraid of the internet i got arachnophobia
on my marty mar, i don’t jokey joke
guys like you go for the oki-dok
thought i was down and out don’t get rope-a-doped
been mastering tracks like tone and poke
you don’t pay the plumber to bang the pipes
you pay the plumber to know where to know where to bang
i wa da da dang
i raise the steaks like ruth chris peep game
i got chicks like in rufus call me sweet thang

verse 2
-radio static-
mayday mayday – mayday mayday
brothers going missing like bison dele
-radio static-
quick pass the baton don’t f-ck up the relay
i’m a perennial all-star that never decayed
had to make haste out my mom’s place
its armshouse in the screwface
so i threw a couple briefs in my suitcase
said i’d be back with big faces in a briefcase
to footactions’ the only time we set real pace
keep up the jones’ yet trip on your shoelace
the same thing enslaved us in the first place
you can’t ball out you never caught you a court case
my rhymes drop like an oowop on your head-top
my drive got my feet like i walked from bedrock
i’m up early rockin robin round the clock
took thirty-one years to baskin the flavor i got
free from algorithms feed me rhythm i’m the only
mac getting apple bottoms out of denim
f-ck streaming flint’s still wading in the water
i’m a n0bel man i swam through muddy waters
-break-
wade in the water children wade

verse 3
-water splashes-
my hands are filthy i’m all in the manure
to be an entrepreneur got to dig a lot more
your rock bottom might just be the top floor
got to work day and night like al b sure
got assets in nest-eggs that ain’t hatched yet
all in one basket they gon blow a gasket
i learned every facet of crafting a classic
all my rhymes fire i write with a matchstick

-break-

[spit nails kid]

like they used for the crucifixion
my use of diction a bring about your benediction
i’m a microphone fiend with a pen addiction
my rap sheets got real conviction
it’s not just paper i write my songs on
i went from eating tv dinners like swanson
now the ugly ducklings singing his swan psalm
i’m light years ahead with eternity cologne on
mothers cry over dead teenagers
cops out on their worst behavior -police sirens-
this rap game might be needing a savior
not from away in a manger but upon a major

- capital rapper

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