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letra de the silver surfer - cashleaders

[verse: mediumjay]
i come through ripping off your sun roof in one swoop
i’m heated lead headed for the head
raining bullets with as much weight as the things i’ve said
watch for ya legs hanging off the side of the bed
i’m a demon that can cause sleep paralysis
the psycho -n-lysis -n-lyzing this
how i can give aderall to a bunch of little kids
during my run for president i wrote a communist manifest
manifested itself into a good read for suburban chicks
on oprah’s greatest gifts new york times best list
the audiobook that gets dj’s p-ssed
once a day it gets rеquested
going crazy for the thrill
fans say еxplain if you will
steve rogers on em no i don’t think i will
i’m off my rocker too hot for this porch
i’m the arrow shot that knocked genghis khan off his horse
people can’t stand what they can’t understand
everyone’s a king of the jungle with a gun up in their hand
everyone’s a saint with a whole up in they head
the king of the land but no one wrote down what he said
i’m mining rhymes like i’m mining ores
striking with exciting lines like its mighty thor
i’ll mighty morph into a lighting bolt from a nova warp
a seemingly unweathered sword
cleanly beheading a severed corpse
i’m hotter than seven suns on a different nebula
the pot to addiction the cop to a christian
the thought that goes missing the plot that just thickened
before the internet still most people didn’t give a sh-t
i wake up do the impossible cause failures optional
never suboptimal the physical art of a war
i have as many voices in my head and are more audible than audible
i’m preaching but not dull i’m eating but not full
the conscious feeling of some dumb sh-t you should not pull
i’ll whoop you with orions belt
punch lines have so much depth i’ll make conan o’brian
start miming by himself
i’m andy richter but off the rictor scale
i’ll do blow straight fish scale like a ship in sale
while sipping on white zinfandel
pimping women nothing different call me mister tale
old sisters tales raps like i’m shipping mail
i go good with anything like i’m gingerale
i’ll show up in blind peoples dreams
executing evil schemes
what would you give to see
what would you live to be
sometimes i believe if i couldn’t see
wouldn’t be distracted by tv
if 2pac grew up to a white family in the burbs
would he still have the same impact with his words
same exact soul just on a different world
would he still have the same pain as a man that’s not being heard
cuts deeper than the ocean i don’t like to show emotion
i wanna run and hide but n0body notices
i feel dead inside and since kobe died
i don’t wanna mention this
but a year ago i was depressed
until that semi flipped
got back on my sh-t
i knew what worked and what didn’t
even when i’m grinding i still plan whats next
cause any day could be my last breath
cause life don’t flash before your eyes when you never lived

- cashleaders

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