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letra de rapocalypse - class_sick

intro:
it’s class_sick
keeys on the keys

(let me at em. i’m tired of waiting)

i’m sick and tired
of everybody thinking they got bars

(i want em. give em to me now
feed me rappers)

verse one:
class_sick is the pinnacle
i live my life with principle
drunk mind cynical
punchlines clinical
live and direct
we don’t need any subliminals
k!ll your favorite rapper
use their blood to fill my swimming pool
underrated criminal
watch the way my pen’ll move
dimethyltryptamine
hallucinogenic chemicals
old school like casio
slamming bonеs on the patio
slow ride when thе caddy rolls
with the dope man and a bag of oz
candy lady gave me nine of four
limbes when it’s hot or cold
says you a king don’t mess with hoes
rest in peace my brother seiko
i still ain’t grieve i just lay low
devil h-rns hold my halo
yet still i dream one day i blow
when god made me he broke the mold
profit is productive from the products
which i’m proud of kid
process of progression probably can break some promises
it’s prominent a project where we know the fake
prophet lives protesting a profession
in the less fortunate provinces
amentas ambassador
dimensional traveler
taking them back
no flux capacitor
mental spazzes out that
cerebrovascular
yes i heard your rhymes
you conventional amateur
different in vernacular
i ain’t got no type
hip hop’s bachelor
beats by the batch
bag em up and leave a massacred
give me my roses and my daffodil
dopest pad that’s filled with intergalactic battlefields
break:
okay but hold on bro
you really ain’t have to go that hard
i’m telling you
you need to step back a little bit

these people can’t compete at this level man
why don’t you try a different approach
why don’t you try a different approach
go ahead

verse two:
who that want to battle me
dissecting your anatomy
casually laugh at the deceased
tragically the savage is unleashed
an addict to my peace
in the attic with my piece
on these beats i do believe
everybody come after me
only listen to your cd when i need to fall asleep
or use it as a coaster
catching moisture from my tea and
just because it rhymes
don’t mean it’s a dope line
think that chain make you a rapper
boy my soul shines
no disrespect to legends
i don’t need your cosign
much love to the homies
i can’t kick it like the old times
when i make it dedicated to my own grind
blaze a spliff inside a sp-ceship
don’t you know i’m fan favorite
amazing with the way i spit these raps
a gift the fact just is i bag and flip then
watch these fiends do backwards flips
class_sick sick
suggest you don’t forget to underscore
leave em more and more
the man, the myth, the legend, lore
leave em headless for sacrifices to the lord
dreams i rumble for
i got my ass whooped never run before
so rest assured i’m ready for war
mc carnivore
perform at haunted carnivals
pitchfork in your mama’s corpse
break:
okay
i don’t think you understood what i was saying
i wasn’t telling you to call em out
i was telling you like to play on their level
make it more fair

we in the last minute
go ahead
go in for the k!ll

verse three:
my bic turn to a 50 cal
amenaza lirical
x and pac i feel em now
ooh it’s getting spiritual
guess i’m hip hop’s demon’s child
you rappers better di di mau
slice his neck and clean him out
here’s a fact check, paramount
i wouldn’t feature with you
if you got me inside a god’s house
i’m here teaching the youth
it ain’t about buying the mall out
all i’m speaking is truth
treating the booth like a mosque
now you reaching for proof
i’m preaching to you
that’s the same reason we fall out
epiphanies and revelations
mad villainy and desolation
initially it’s desperation
at the epitome of preservation
begging please have some patience
crack their knees give em a facelift
these gangsters real as fake tits
and your dime piece looking basic
at ease when times archaic
rhyme rare language gallic
hymns spoken in poems
skulls and broken bones
don’t worry class_sick holding his own
keeys got me in the zone
like we in belize blowing on strong
smoking on these beats like rap’s cheech and chong
let me switch the rhyme before i’m out of time
we know you lying in every line
just a bunch of sheep dressed up as lions
you wanna be us you steady trying
but we jason, freddy, myers
masons lightning fires
find your place then slice your ties
this greatness you should admire
outro:
man you can’t do nothing less than great can you
okay i guess that’s their fault
they gonna have to step it up

that’s all i’m trying to convince you
you know what
keep doing your thing
i’m out

- class_sick

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