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letra de remember the titan - d-con

boy you ain’t a general, lieutenant or sargeant
so it comes down to who’s spittin’ the hardest
the fans want music, man you givin’ them garbage
it ain’t the car you in, its who’s driven the farthest
on that road to success, this a ode to the best
only heard real words that’ll flow from my chest
tracks that bang in the east and explode in the west
a general, got that s sowed to my vest
thats that bulletproof, you talkin a lot, just cool it dude
this gun never lies, don’t make me pull the truth
out my pocket, c-ck it, and if you don’t drop it
like electrical outlets, your mouth i will sock it
kidnap yo -ss in a f-ckin’ range rover
have you tied up in the trunk, haha, hangover
that’s it, game over, i’m the boss cowards
got these peach b-tches sayin “on my knees i bow, sir”
its obvious i got you b-tches starin’ in amazement
better show respect when you walkin’ on my pavement
these other rappers had the torch, but homie when i came in
they ain’t keep it, like a married b-tches maden
and they stepped out my way, they were safe then
but to those who wanna battle, you left your haven
you along for the ride, don’t get left gazin’
i’m the one who got these wheels spinnin like the f-ckin’ cavemen
i only write the truth with this pen in hand
and i put my heart in it like they did the tin man
said i put my heart in it like an organ doner
why reach for these stars that i’m soarin over
cash flow ain’t a problem, boy the chedda won’t stop
and unlike my glock, boy i’ll never go pop
i was sick of the game, i would cry for a remedy
and then i took off and learned the sky couldn’t limit me
you had yo chance, now stop son, its my turn
like some unwrinkled clothes, this is what i earned
boy you ain’t pic-sso, but you better pray to be
paint a picture with your words so you can watch what you say to me
rappin repet-tive, like speech impediments
st-stutterin’, boy you ain’t no motherf-ckin veteran
mu-mutterin’, words that ain’t got no leverage
you on a long list of rappers who i’m better than
full of ideas, the lights come on, thomas edison
have you runnin for years, like the f-ckin president
put you at the bottom of the ocean in the sediment
show it off in court, b-tch i’ll carry in the evidence
cut through my own wrist, engage in limb severance
to prove i’m the best, hands down, now thats clever kid
run up in yo crib, stealin’ from yo residence
and i’m takin half at least, haha, divorce settlements
take ya one on one, but if ya brothers get to steppin’ in
bullets spray all in the family, george jefferson
you’re gone, hopes its better in your future endeavors when
the f-ckin’ beat drops, and that motherf-ckin’ record spins
i earned my stripes on the real like some highlights
don’t let your views get confused, boy this is my mic
its my life, along with my sinister writin
embead my name in your brain b-tch, remember the t-tan

- d con

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