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letra de lemon pepper freestyle - cryptive

next gen
golden fleece
let’s do this
ayo… check it
i told em
my constant consciousness conjure this
the ink flow in scribbled lines like the doctor writ
you ain’t goat though you trying to doctor it
you making bars with the starter kit, i got a doctorate
you and i ain’t the same, there’s no you in i
are styles ain’t even night and day that’s too alike
the stu is mine, the beat is stewed, the booth is fried
in contrast you step to the mic and you can die/dye

these cats can (catscan) catch hands
approach the king take his seat he/ct
just can’t match
cause if you scan lines you crt/see art he
craft can, pass them
the brain scans are advanced

i don’t rap benign that’s something you can surmise (cancer)
the track make mass graves your tomb a/tumour massive size
this sets the stage for/4 how your act behind like pantomimes
bring em doom cause even villains have to die
so when my circle circle you
you get x’d when the rays blast and ash you turned into
wanna battle i won’t hold breath when i’m versing you
lay ya out flat the image clear that i thirtied you

stay impacting
if i need i’ll/needle jab you
and if it lands it/lancet
will take your head off
so know that everything below the scalpel/scalp’ll vanish
im out for blood
you draw, i draw
blink and you lost half it

breaking your neck, if you aim for my head
watch your operation fail, it ain’t a success
i won’t be k!lled by ops, see/biopsy i’m staying ahead
no sn-tching my life them foes never taking my breath

can’t sample my fibres, no replicating the best
so break out the tissues, as a way to lament
that fact, you can’t bite, no way you can test
raps that i can write, so maybe just quit

you fake the image cause you
wanting to hide
your weak joints, and your obvious
loss of a spine
no vision of your own so you copy from my
team as you condemn our eyes
but you ain’t conned mris
i don’t care if you practiced the
art of acting even with artifacting
it’s clear that when you’re on the mic
claiming your barring rappers
on the tracks is not gonna fly
it’s not a fact it’s
an awful disguise to an obvious lie

honestly, your heart is weak
my artery/art’ll re-up these flows
till i can breathe, from the streams
you fall off the beat, i off the beat
shocking schemes cardioplegia
watch it cease, y’all capiche?

y’all can’t bypass facts, no re-route this time
y’all be industry/in the street cos you needing a ride
difference between you and me, is the fuel and drive
you need the machine to keep you alive

i got a pump that i like to just keep to the side
my circle ate/circulate blood, don’t think we moving light/move in light
vampiric rap spirits whether you breathe or you die
is up to me they say “ay you’re the/aorta guy leading the line”

cause
eye drop/i drop and y’all b-tches follow
insight this clear division (clear the vision)
is caused with this god flow
it’s contact on sight if y’all wish to spar know
your time to speak is up if you don’t watch sh-t you talk though
capsule/caps all i hear in your tracks
say i pad/ipad out verses your tablet demolished tomorrow
take rap steroid injections y’all still are not close
you never met us in/medicine the bars a hard pill to swallow

you ants are watching the lines i’m dropping
from macrocosm to microcosmic
my rap niche a/nietzsche god k!ller
rapping gods are all dying from it
no need to patent all my patterns formed
you cannot forge these kind of thoughts in

my data logs, every the line i source from
the matrix i break it down and scatter cross my dialogue and
ethereal raps are a symptom not the final product
i’ll make you question if there’s a god in ya /and ya diagnostic/die agnostic

- cryptive

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