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letra de the final 80 bars - chris miles

[featuring dj baby chino]

[verse 1]
(leggo) every sentence i flow got them questioning
who is this youngin’ that going better than half of these dudes
get my bags and come through, just tell all of these idiots to k!ll it like krugger
go silly and stupid, got sh-t on my mind, need to release it i think that it’s time, that i show them my story and all of shine i keep going ‘til all i see is the sun

[verse 2]
sicker than your average cause damage
offspring of mister mathers when i rap sh-t yes
the most rejected [?] collected, getting emcees stressed
best ‘til death, not c-cky, i just must confess, yes
got some sh-t on my plate like the chef was taking laxatives
relaxing in the lab, spitting raps ‘til i get asthma quick
these fake dudes be acting like they know me, but they don’t
these phony homies get annoying so i gotta let them know

[verse 3]
that i’m ill, all the way from the snapback down to the heels
i got sk!ll and it’s real, i’m for real
look, never took a day off ‘cause i spit that heat
ripping these different instrumentals ‘til they sick of me
just tryna get that cheese, but i hope that sh-t is not no mousetrap
i’m never gonna flop, but if i flop you know i bounce back
how’s that? the youngest one to k!ll it getting bigger
why these lames who said i’ve never get to do it looking silly

[verse 4]
i was bullied and beat up, but now i’m kicking my feet up
they said i ain’t gonna be nothing but now they pay for a feature
i tell ‘em hop off, i dropped off like the [?] was too heavy
and that flow hot sauce, you, your fam, and your posse ain’t ready
i’m tryna cop a mercedes, even though i can’t drive
but i get shaking like katy, baby you know i’m the flyest
most dopest with the rhyming, boy i’m really ‘bout to get it
i ain’t ever gonna let up, let me tell you who i am

[verse 5]
yo, pardon me while i beat the beat with the beat
[?]
i don’t even know if the sh-t i say is legal
got my [?] besides me
but, they don t know that i rap
so i told them that i rap
and now that sh-t is a wrap
the way i flow leave ‘em spun head
but, i head b-tt, b-tt head
the best youngin’ yet
so get to the success
you would think that i’m possessed
never call me second place
let me say what s on my brain
i gotta confess, look

[verse 6]
i body rappers for hobbies
i might be faster than half these of these other lames
who be claiming that they causing ruptures
i don’t think so, i spit flows like drips from the sink though
too cold for these fools, they already on their sixth coat
get zero dinero at the moment but i’m k!lling it
they in denial like pharaoh’s that this kid is really spitting
trying to get rich while they get broke
h-llo i’m the [?] i got one thing to say yeah give me the loot

[verse 7]
i’m living my dreams
i ain’t even got my eyes closed
went from kids hating
to saying, wow, bro
used to get rejected like my checking account low
now i’m getting love from heads that i never met though
make room for the kid i’m coming to kick these sick flows
they gon´ see my shine when i ball like disco
for real though
these weak foes is no one compared to your boy
it’s that youngin’ from the east coast who making some noise

[verse 8]
[?]
weed can’t put my mind strong
heat flow, but my rhymes raw
beasting in every time zone
please be gone i’m a tyrant
three emcees couldn’t conquer
mean ‘cause i’m spitting sh-t that you couldn’t see out a llama
see a demon [?] me and the raps i’m kicking
have these rappers dissing kendrick
man y’all ain’t even get mentioned
n0body see y’all as threats
that’s the reason why you stressing
i’m only 14 and i know you just trying to get attention

[verse 9]
yo, [?] say w-ssup to your girl
trying to get a couple dollars
and [?]
if you need me then just holler
cause i’ m everywhere for real
this is me, myself, and i
so i don’t care about how you feel
i’m real, no lie
keep it trill, that’s right
and in order to take victory
you gotta cut most of your ties
get it?
i spit that violent sh-t
that flow be getting more (?)
not stoppíng then
and i can’t lose
yeah, there’s nothing i can’t do
i rap through these dumb dudes
who tongue tied and don’t compare
my tracks get ‘em stuck
why do you fools think you could come near

[verse 10]
call mister carter, tell him i’m here waiting
just making these creations daily ‘til my t–th breaking
and yo, these days for pete sakes it’s hard to say you made a song
working in the lab until i’m top of entertainment
ain’t gonna stop until i’m chilling with some veterans, like yes
instead of writing at a desk in school, i’m focused on success
i was listening to hova, getting further with the raps
and now i might be in my zone, doing stuff you can’t imagine

[verse 11]
man i had to do this justice, i ain’t got no other choice
i be doing what i do but you still focused on my voice
flowing oceans call me moses when i post these videos
a trick you know, on a pony, pr-nounce every syllable
if an emcee bragging get hammered, think he can touch me
i spit 80 bars four times, that’s like 320 over 30
different beats and every single one was money
i used to live in cloudy days, now every single one is sunny
(so how does it feel, like i’m dying)

- chris miles

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