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letra de hit 'n' run - cynicaltesla

[verse 1: e-pod]
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[verse 2: swaen]
about to go home
alone in my zone
and i’m accident pr-ne
i hone with a bottle of patrone
rollin’ a cone
the gun stocked loaded to go
my wise tales might impale
but it’s full throttle to the bone
you look pale and it’s ridin’ in the moan
that you give ’cause you couldn’t live
with the written rhymes that i shiv
murder you equals me
the crew, cynic, easy c
crazy ’cause we’re hazy
layin’ so just blow me like a daisy
lean back penetrating
no use conversating
i got mad raps and people hating
mad facts keep ’em fading
mad max yeah i’m raisin’ the hate
and i lower the gate
i’d say come against me but can’t fight fate
[verse 3: cynicaltesla]
i’m just tryin’ to hit the mic great
and have every bar twist regardless
of what you might rate
’cause i’m an artist
let me show you what art is
it’s doin’ things my way
when i strike mates with a spiked stake
full of food for thought to give ’em a slight taste
so come eat the burger that’s on my white plate
yea ’cause after the fl!ck of the wrist
and i’m spittin’ this so vigorous
i’m sicker than syphilis
and more bat sh-t than a wiffle is
just wait until i break out of my chrysalis
ah yea, and i just want to tell you the truth of the lies in disguise
’cause it’s not up in the air like flies in the skies
but that’s how people get sniped out bye
like bang bang lights out why?

- cynicaltesla

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