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letra de sister abigail - conway the machine

lyrics from snippet

[intro: jae skeese]
and now, the universal champion, deliverin’ sister abigail
that is it for nicky
uh, uh, yo, yo
uh, drumwork, check

[verse 1: jae skeese]
mind scramblin’, open canvases got me dippin’ the paintin’ brush
i’m countin’ through these bands, i sprayed an acre up
that made her offer up the l-b–, crazy trachea simultaneous
you flavorless, these spitters is dangerous in my radius
look, this the tester, i be out the window throwin’ samples
that’ll bring me power like the sahara covered in solar panels
word to p, i’m keepin’ it thorough, down to bone and marrow
on point like archers with bows and arrows, i solar flare you
so do your portion, don’t get it contorted like you double-jointed
i’m gifted, my presence detected like i’m clairvoyant
i’m blessed, i come anointed, every track i float, these rappers barely buoyant
underwhelmin’, they’ll be labeled as disappointments, they couldn’t match me
this year, i’m takin’ my account and puttin’ more ns in it than cincinnati
keep it crafty, they couldn’t get at me since days denim was fashionably baggy
they ain’t adequate, it’s naturally a casualty
they comin’ at me sideways, i’m reactin’ diagonally
like bishops when they [?]
my creator made me her magnum opus, her masterpiece
[?] versus the packers how i will tackle beats, yeah
[verse 2: 7xvetheg*nius]
okay, i’m crazier than y’all for ’bout as far as i can see
you seem to be a fraud who didn’t get it out the streets
and now, somehow, you feel you should be thought of after me
you out it like i was when i ain’t had no sh-t to eat
that’s probably why i be gettin’ so caught up as i think
on how to stay ahead of you [?] tryna compete
already out of reach, but sh-t get sticky ’bout a leech
already out of reach, but can’t just sit up out no beach
look what my mama made, they get offended, i’m a palisade
they think my ego from my accolades
they used to evil, i be sunnin’ shade
my name’s 7xve, bringin’ prospectors together, lady marmalade
they eyes on me like a token blackie in the mall
that’s the price of bein’ in charge, so, sh-t, i paid it all
this clean cut sewin’ some dirty scars
i’m a boss ’cause i’m humble with a wit like i am [?]
goin’ for the goatness, me, the drumwork and smart, dope chick
took the game and stabbed it where it’s throat is
i made up my mind that with this time i would be better than
expectations of those in the ghettos that i meadow in
seven for the gods, oh god, don’t let the devil in
tryna hide my demons like your medicine, okay, now that i settled into this new residence
it’s evident you n-ggas h-lla bent on how you came and went
well, be a man, i bleed ’em out on every beat i get, i’m sicker than a b-tch
gettin’ rich, you gettin’ sh-t and p-ss, some geriatric sh-t
tell them snakes in the grass i’m the bad apple
you gon’ try to bite and end up hurt, they gon’ be mad at you
just go do the work, ain’t even worth how they gon’ laugh at you
your angle too small startin’ off, that sh-t mad acute
they never touched what i’ve lost, they never valued the scars
i get it on and it off, both of ’em start with a cough, 7xve
[verse 3: conway the machine]
still in this kitchen, of course, bro, i’m whippin’ this raw dope
christian dior coat, your b-tch and your boss broke
you speak to me wrong, you know you gettin’ your jaw broke
in the mix up at all, i’m sayin’ if it’s at all smoke
i’m grippin’ this four, missiles is rippin’ your torso
hit you, your body look inexplicably awful
written these bars until they consider your boy goat
they can’t f-ck with me at all, they written me off though
the bricks are from norfolk, virginia, and also
this shipment from off-boat, i’m pitchin’ like john smokes
i whip ’til my arm broke, or at least it feel like it
i rap when i feel like it, still my neck is flooded with real ices
yeah, hit the connect, i get the deal prices
any disrespect, it be a real crisis
yeah, masterpiece on my wrist, you can’t even speak to my b-tch
you rappers is mostly broke, pieces of sh-t
this that street n-gga etiquette
most the felons is predicate
evident you don’t have the better intelligence
to k!ll the body, you just go for the head and you sever it
[?], sh-llin’ it, evidence, never a shred of it
bezel is made, bust down president
tell ’em it’s machine, yet you haven’t seen the worst of it
every beat i get on, i just leave earth on it, spooky

- conway the machine

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