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letra de visions of greatness - cassius classics

[verse 1: c-ssius cl-ssics]
envision visions of greatness in the future
not getting shot down like a booster
act looser with producers
get my dreams out like luther
but, for now a loser, underground like a sewer
don’t mind, i’ll do with dropping bombs in the stu
ensue my way through by the grind and the chew
and this dude always wins, so never looking blue
few that are new that can spew like i do
and at this age too, open the kids menu, but crowd surf schools and 18+ venues
then you snoop me like a dog, but not your nephew
then come through with the construe of the debut
so, as for fans, i’ll be blowing you away
so gifted, so lifted, is it the twelfth day?
of christmas, never studder, lispless when you listen, witness of my business, connect to the music like an isthmus
part of my body, embodied the disk jockey, instead of being a copy of the sloppy literati
while y’all counting bodies, feeling groggy and then sorry, i’ll be coming soon like rocky while sporting the name of ali

[hook: c-ssius cl-ssics]
try me
i’m on my my grind b
man, even hex’s couldn’t stop me
no talent will be wasted
eye of the tiger with visions of greatness

[verse 2: c-ssius cl-ssics]
by the way, it’s c-ssius
better than ever i’ve been, affix the cl-ssics
these cats lagging, so tragic
and di no soar, so someone’s dying, no jur-ssic
dramatic, n-ggas tryna get buzz with mic static
tryna make thrillers without mic’s status
dyk- status
should take a look at the man in the mirror ‘fore you start with talking of the thrillers, mr. filler
deadly like k!llers, with jokes of ben stiller
these rap figures, knock ’em down just like pillars
grab the mic, and the heat is on like miller
so no filters when i go eat dinner, tryna get bigger
not losing m-ss, not an insta gram
and expect more followers on instagram
cause its the man who goes insta ham
and bars leave you crying like a spinster man
face the man, in his face sp-ce, can’t ace the pace of his chase, out of place
black and white line, what’s the race, if my memories trace
i’m already at third base, such a disgrace
one stride closer to make the home run
just hope i don’t step in the dome’s gum
with a statement of patience like a waitress
i’ll frame hot bars with visions of greatness

- cassius classics

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