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letra de rap attack - darko grand

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verse 1:

the master of puns you think i’m lil wayne’s son
since day one i den stayed up till the sun came up
feel like king tut, you blink and shrug, put your pinkies up

the bells ring for what? your time is done
beyond the sky, beyond the sun, no time for fun, no sleep, beat rhymes and puns
the clocks run off the spot, hold the glock, blat, blat, blow ya rocks

hold the spot, so you know what i’m saying, dirt, off the chain, they tryna change the game, do a walk of fame, i still walk a flock of flames, retain the name, darko grand bring major pain, stay in ya lane

got you hoes swerving often, i’m off it
spillin’ sonnets tryna rock ya fortress powerhorses, off my forbes list you can’t afford it
ya mortage is john foreman losing gates for swarmin’

remaining dormant
figure out the game exploit it
running engines off my oilage
you rappers toilets
you wack and spoiled

get back before i act according
i’m black and h-rny, your map disordered, got lost before you found the treasure, stop acting funny

with no effort, leave you all dismembered, i’m an ember, this is the tempest

verse 2:

hung wit you
mess around and the thugs get you
guiding my ships through my sea of blood vessels
adhesive flow
so i know it stuck wit you

you need the code, we havin a blast so you know we gone blow
with e’s and o’s do a double g-hypno
you bleeding slow now you got the keys, oh no

unlocked the future
came wit it
stay witty
still hittin the studio we tryna stay wit it
on a quest to obtain digits
your brain vicious

your main b-tch is b-tchin’ about b-tches can’t hang wit it

step up to the mic, like i got braces and start spittin’, so brace yourself, because the storm been mentioned

relentless, turbulent road, we on a roll, with a straight a flow so we honor roll, we honor those that know what life about, step up to the mic, spit a little, then wipe my mouth

wipe you rappers cause you rappers trash, you rappers -ss, all you lame mumble raper cats, i laugh at that, subtract you and add the facts, relax, relapse, take a nap, they tried sleeping on me

but i stay alert like alarms that’s been armed, you ain’t an artist but you draw arms, at the slightest sign of danger rather than use your fists and bang em you coward for days, forgot to flip the first page, you notice

long road ahead of me, i’ma keep it rollin’, you notice, came in the game with a whole lotta explosives, and i got a whole lot of rhymes so don’t park

go to the park and play baseball, all you other rappers hit the baseboard, and i’ma stay up, because my name isaiah… no it’s not, it’s darko grand … the wonda man with a hunnid hands…wop

- darko grand

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