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letra de folgers* - cathcart

[verse 1: cathcart]
i’m just flexing fluency, son
so sick, it’s like the flu’s in season
the sky was cloudy, so i flew to see sun
it’s the verified player breathing rarified air
leaving parasites terrified if they’re in my hair
hear the m-ffled kick and snare from my lair if i’m there
the apparel i wear is just awful
wish it had flare like my nostrils
wish i had tone to my muscles, boy i’m all bones like a fossil
look at all the awesome i’ve found
this sound is all austin, feeling all lost in the sound
tired of hearing y’all whine over bread, this ain’t the altar
i never falter, i’d give it all to rap
about myself i wouldn’t alter cr-p
i see it now, i’m breathing in, i’m breathing out
a stand-up guy, a comedian
repeating it ’til it peters out, and peter’s in

[verse 2: peter james]
i sprinkle trails of the folgers
through the forest just to wake ‘em up
had to roll my trees, got distracted with a paper cut
seen them golden gates, still distracted by that horcrux
but if i’m opening them gates, best believe that door’s shut
bet your bottom dollar that i’m bustin’ ‘til i’m out of luck
seen it from the front, but you know that tummy tucked
and i don’t give a f-ck, momma said to take what’s yours, don’t give it up
psych, that’s the type of dude to never lend a buck
and i ain’t messing with those energies, i’m dodging fools, not felonies
mr. piper with the pedigree, still filterin’ through who’s akin to me
but steady burnin’ them remedies, and steady formin’ them tendencies
that herbal essence, it got me stressin’
and got me vexin’ ‘til the pen’ll bleed
i must admit, it’s been a minute since i heard a voice in my vicinity
well, listen g, let me hear how you physically and mentally
i’m dottin’ i’s and crossin’ t’s, try outsmarting contingencies
left empty handed and underwhelmed, but oh well, you know my st–z
[verse 3: cathcart]
i ain’t rapping just because this kind of art is in style
i do it cuz my heart is in it, in an artisan style
i’m an artist since we are cynics
arsonists with our sins putting signs in verse like arcsin
i don’t have arms that i’m aiming at targets i’m facing
but i’m still ‘bout the mark that i’m making
that’s how you can tell me apart from these laymen
they’re lame and it’s f lames, so i’m flames
with the trails that i’m blazing
must be a star how they gazing
call me cathcart comma jason
started from the bas-m-nt
crazy now there are people paying
just to have my bars in rotation
just like a turnstile
and i turned to this style cuz it’s worthwhile
up to eleven how i turn dials
showing speed in verse like hours per mile
i could get a perm, i’ll still have my priorities straight
the day that i embrace conformity for normalcy’s sake
is the day the gop agrees that morals are great
and to quit giving minorities hate
i’m sure to be taking sort of a break from ordering steak
in order to save the planet from a horrible fate
either y’all ignoring the weight or claim that the warming is fake
but more is at stake…

- cathcart

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