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letra de the rapture - chronic

yeah still alive kicking with me in the ring you ain’t survive in it
for five minutes never take a dive in it if there’s a prize win it
you ain’t dope every rhymes rented slap your mic send it
flying into your guys fitted with an eyewitness
ain’t n-body can beat and body a beat like me, you slobbing
on skeet, cash in my pocket fans rocking they seat
chronic’s the apocalypse like a comet that’s zooming for’s
too enormous, don’t shoot your water guns at the human torch
i ain’t radiate to the radio or give corporations f-ll-t–
the stereotype ain’t fit me like a baby grow
when i set the tone, get mona, sherone and sarah moaning
hoping i tear her open unloading on serotonin
yo welcome to the terror-dome never choking master of ceremonies the devil and heavens hoping
i left but that’s never so i’m the dopest i said i spoke it i let em know this…

better notice fronting you a shotty holder-
i load up and shoot myself all over getting rid of body odour

[hook]
lyrically i’m supposed to represent
n-gg-s’ll tell you that i’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
lyrically i’m, i’m supposed to represent

ain’t too many emcees that’ll be, up to battle me
we can grapple frees, but they’ll leave without all of they faculties
i got em rattled like trains in the big apple so they spit
a caustic remark, as a shot in the dark, to beat you
is a walk in the park, you and me, a smack-down
2 o’clock in the dark, like pacquiao, from orthodox then snap, south
and i don’t back down, i slap you into the background
just ask round, i got the fastest hands in town-
i dance around, do jumping jacks, run a hundred laps
then double back with just a couple jabs, i crush a punching bag
then i’m lunging at you, whether feather heavy or welterweight
there’ll be h-ll to pay, hit you so hard they yell grenade
i meditated with sun tzu, learned kung fu-
grabbed the nunchuks and the yellow jumpsuit to go and son you
and treat you like a shoot of bamboo, my tendencies
are to mentally make your tendons squeeze rend ’em and make ’em bend and cease

[hook]
lyrically i’m supposed to represent
n-gg-s’ll tell you that i’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
lyrically i’m supposed to represent
you will lose, i must break you
lyrically i’m supposed to represent
n-gg-s’ll tell you that i’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
lyrically i’m-i’m-i’m
i’m supposed to represent

everybody in they seat rocks tapping reeboks
all he needs is a beatbox and he drops and cause people to
detox, if you a gr-ss then keep off
you a b-tch you got men inside you like a penalty box
out of town,on the open road broken down
hoping you won’t meet some pale b-tch in a soaking gown
the thunderclouds pound, zombies reaching from underground
in the hundred thou’s, no guns around you outnumbered now
heart is pumping, up on, the stage fans start to jumping
lo the rapture cometh the dead arising and hark they’re b-mping
non-compliant, defiant enough to start a riot
cars on fire, fists wrapped up tight in barbed wire
train my psyche with qigong and tai chi
drinking chai tea for motivation just do it like nike
tell stories like spike lee through a mic lead
with the presence of bruce lee in loose sleeves in a fight scene

[hook]
lyrically i’m supposed to represent
n-gg-s’ll tell you that i’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
lyrically i’m-i’m-i’m i’m supposed to represent
lyrically…it’s suicide
lyrically…you’ve seen him, you know how strong he is
lyrically…you can’t win
lyrically…it’s suicide
lyrically…you’ve seen him, you know how strong he is
lyrically…you can’t win
lyrically…you can’t win
lyrically…you will lose
lyrically…i must break you
ly-ly-ly-lyrically

- chronic

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