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letra de ain't seen a thing - chalk & knocx

what a kick in the jaw, the raw dog, sippin’ on
everclear and o’douls to put a twist in my knot
chalk, spittin’ like godzilla and singeing the block
the most wicked of all, they call me mister long gone
pickin’ pockets and dippin’, and flippin’ at the p-wn shop
middle finger to the law, like jigga, gripping my b-lls
lifting off, like armstrong, and to kick it on mars
i’m doper than armstrong with a rig in his arm
get the picture, snap, i’m losing control
who knew that i’d grow to be so elusive and cold
rude, prudent, and fluent talking that lunatic tone
look at my crew, you’d be confused how f-cking stupid we go
forget the rules, we’re all quite mentally crazed
sometimes i get sick of that, who tenants my brain
this bullet, lead flavored, what a crepitant taste
c-ck the heat back, point it home and end with a bang

they call me crazy they don’t know f-cking crazy
suicidal what’s up with this gun lately
the rays are bugging been out and the sun hates me
my luck is fading, the time, fluctuating

-chorus- x2
you
you ain’t seen a thing
you ain’t seen a thing at all
i’ve been holding back

there’s a war in my thoughts, i can’t pick a side
am i too b-tch or is it pride that gives me gas for the ride
i’m sick of acting, what’s it matter, why not flatten the lines
and say goodbye, they’ll throw me somewhere after this life
but what a gift i’ve been given, never fit in the mold
a lot of don’t give a … tied with ribbons and bows
i’m getting older, i figured that while i’m digging this hole
i want my record to spin, i want it printed in gold
so quicker we go, add a syllable give you dose
skip all the bullsh-t rigamarole, different as diving and dipping the toes
we’re hitting where no, definitive roads, go, the coast the middle of no
where, we kicking them shows, till every ticket is sold
they call me crazy, but i’m every bit as sane as you
put this on the playlist baby, sit and take the painful truth
dedicated, they can lose, sight of what they came to do
i’ma different breed, f-ckin a, gotta make it through

they call me crazy, they don’t know f-cking crazy
broke as f-ck what’s up my funds lately
these girls are hungry they’re talking like drums
my luck is fading, the time, fluctuating

-chorus- x2

i ain’t finished, i just found a quick efficient way
to disengage the safety, push the b-tton, let the missiles play
they call me crazy, f-ck the hook i’m fishing with a sticky nade
and l!cking every bit of radiation off my dinner plate
chalk, i’m trying to get the name to bounce, ricochet
until the sh-t is vivid in your picture frame
ringing out the frigid rain swimming in my veins
..welcome to the wicked ways

- chalk knocx

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