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letra de last breath - daylyt

we all claim purple like its the purpose
though we far from the urkel life
nerd clownin’ but clownin’ is for the circus, right?
well, that’s for cert, cuz, umm
but what about sir cousin whose circ-mstance to be d-ckheads?
knife cut ’em, he circ-mcised
officers come in sizes, they bring the cop out
yet we be quick to cop out
yet we claimin’ we cap police
plot with the stock police, watch you gustapo
we spot with the plot, bro
we stop but don’t cap police, watches the top joe
they be jokin’ in past, remember it’s past jokin’
shoot your kid in the head off weed, we be the problem
dock water we tangle like seaweed, see we squab it
they recorded it with tango, homies wonder what tango
hoovers they goin’ ape for the orange juice
it just tango, mix it with tanga red
we can’t tame the great moments, i’m on it
ownin’ every mistake that i made, this shit is well done
see world, we all black fish stuck in a well pond
cage k!llers who raise phillip, who raise filler
long roads with screw drivers on a mission to flat heads
in the back of the flat bed only led to a flat bed
high as the mac in the back shed
and brag about how we made niggas back shed
105 extra garfield, book and leavin’ them cats red
write time from a child showed us the pencil
growin’ up right still led to the pen so
who give a f-ck who done led us to the paper?
gangin’ junction and paragraph best ways
paper right to the pen den, we got a battle with essays
sayin’ yes to the mexicans or get hit with the best k’s
organ hit with the best k’s
ain’t no arguin’, it was just church organs, the funeral origins
pour the gin for the homies soon as the gin sing
we act hard c-ckin’ every weapon we got
preppin’ we step to the block
one step poppin’ at all the b-st-rds
black widows and black windows for shades
shades create the locs, locs create the locusts
green masks for procreation hopeless
dream cast from the dope, we chasin’ c-keheads
steady to tumble, ready to rumble
now dream cast the homies played it focused
get our weight up, the shells crackin’ buff niggas
who gon’ say they the yokest
it’s apparent that parents don’t know yo’ kids
all they give ’em is yo-yo’s
and they will line up when they call the popo’s
yo-yo’s, see the trick is to walk the dog in the sleep stay
sweep stakes for street sweepers
give me room when the beef quake ’cause we need it
never played freeze tag but as a child i stayed still
and watch raised villains slay, stay still in my brain
i see you, iv2 still in my vein
look what they feed us! look what they did to defeat us!
promote abortion destroyin’ the fetus
feedin’ they trap, feedin’ the strap, stay feedin’ us trap rappers
not rappers rappers who rap like widows wrap
top rappers real in raps
even ghost writers got ghost writers
for the longest i been he who done goes higher
but i’m tired of that back seat, rosa parks in my rap sheet
they don’t know about the track meet
relay, see they don’t credit the nigga who start the first lap
the nigga who bought the first rap
same ones at the finish line
why you workin’ at finish line lettin’ em niggas finish lyin’?
they get it booked worldwide
then they lie, bury ya, cry for your criteria
tearin’ up tearin’ notes with the tantrums
coulda been tangible, now you -ssed-out on cam
they treatin’ you like deangelo
hand you low hands with soft dab
angela love, hang at a club, paint of a scrub
through twitter, check the tl, see what they sayin’
ac is fans code, nigga, ac don’t work
and he got his fans blocked, he the man you demand spots
while he sit and imagine, you gotta look at that mansion
rappin’ your lyrics, you hear it on radio
dvd, cd, see we see you usc berk and all
cuz the employees of them industry niggas done jerked you hard
hurt your heart with them heart attacks
they had heart attack implants
cardiac you just cartin’ yack for customers
pardon the act, they f-ck with ya
but you don’t get no retweets
no showcomers, no roadrunners, no beep-beeps
so you put out the reference but they don’t believe you
’cause they paid referees in the game
best believe that the game real cold cheaters
with low bar meters who need us
meet us at random places and ask for the raps
these kinda persons the world label ’em all
allstars with these con verses
it’s us versus the connest, i should kinda go congo
apeshit, i ate shit, ’cause i’m kind
my kindness found with the soundbite
b-tch–ss cold squares, my kind ain’t found with these clown dyk-s
and they hike in the mountain
most of these fans likin’ what they recitin’
vampire request and y’all love while these niggas bitin’
see the whole next wave of these rappers they bl–dy suck
drag ya luck tryna diss me, it’s just me and ichiban
ichi spawn, we the dawn, see the bond
edomites see the light, breathe!

- daylyt

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