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letra de lucidr e a m s (intro) - ccyler

[verse]
y’all didn’t like persona
y’all didn’t like it when i released circlejerk weeks before it was supposed to
so i bet y’all didn’t like it when i released the lucidr e a m s poster
i bet y’all didn’t like it when i said that lights is over
but f-ck it, i’ll keep goin’
like osama bin laden with a bomb in his hand
y’all been harpin’ and hatin’, complainin’ about every single move that i’m makin’
i’m a virus, once i’m inside, you could never fight us
whenever i light up another beat with a sh-t ton of heat
i live for the beat, and i’m k!llin’ so neatly, you would call me an elite serial k!ller, like i’m stompin’ out puffs of vanilla, for filler, finna pull up with the fanta
this my transfer clause for sh-t like leon goretzka
both born on 6-2, although i was ten years later
refract on your kyber crystals like a lightsabre
now i’m han solo takin’ the kessel run in my millenium
falcon debuted in the mcu
now i’m hoppin’ from culture to culture, i’m a f-ckin’ tumour k!llin’ ya before you can say, “i see you!”
do you though? ’cause it ain’t no wonder that stevie never got his popsicles
rakim loves his ridiculous syllable lyrical miracle
you know i had to bring one in, just so you know that i know all the flows and the prose, that runs so close to these other motherf-ckin’ soundcloud hoes
i don’t even need a plough to mound ’cause i got these f-cks to pound the ground
i’m saying this sh-t aloud ’cause even at 14, i’m one of the best that’s around
‘the best’ is now a proper noun, ’cause it’s on my p-ssport, have more motherf-ckin’ sh-t ’cause now we’re-
hoppin’ it, boppin’ it, lappin’ it, happenin’
rippin’ it, k!llin’ it, illin’ it, fillin’ it, livin’ it, chillin’ it, winnin’ it, sinnin’ and binnin’ it
coppin’ and choppin’ it, hoppin’ it, hustlin’, mumblin’
callin’ it, fallin’ and ballin’ it, hollerin’ (yeah!)
told you i can go over 10 sps
could never match this, you will always be less
as the beat turns back, i’ve proved that i am the best
put that crown on my head
pull you down, you see red
this is how i have said
this is how i made my claim to fame
this phase of pain will not go away
set sail, not the f-ckin’ beat, i wanna go again, elite
sum of funnel, tunnel, burrow, narrow, meadow, murder, sunder-f-ck this!
sockin’ it, f-ckin’ it, buckin’ it, suckin’ at duckin’, i’ll be bumpin’ it, summonin’ mullin’ it, fun and it, cullin’ it, funnelin’ tunnelin’, ballin’, i’m rollin’!
illegitimate vindicate finickin’, riddlin’, k!llin’ ’em, sendin’ em, lendin’ ’em, lettin ’em be knowing!
slow it down, f-ck, i’m out of breath
i look around, i see death
best fs yet, bet!

- ccyler

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