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letra de priceless glory (15 minutes of fame) - def alert

fresh from the himalayas
i heard your prayers
i’m finally here, the rap savior
realness in every layer
who the f-ck you know
spit nice as d-a do?
n0body, on every track
that’s what d-a prove
i kick that rhythm so nice
make your grandparents want to get in
and act a fool till their arthritis kick in
you nicer than me?
that’s a real chuckle
solid gold on my waste
that’s a real buckle
let’s keep it suttle
never neglect the hustle
you ain’t fit to be king
i touch your head
and make your crown crumble
i’m a 90’s baby
the 90’s claimed me
cuz the 90’s made me
the 90’s enslaved me
and yet i wanna go back
these times are so wack
so called music that lack
creativity, originality
that vibe we need
i can’t let it go
80’s cocaine flow, 90’s gold
childhood prepared me
for a f-cked up world
i remember back when
we was just kids laughing
all fun and games
discussing who’s the captain
i say a prayer for the lost ones
the families that lost them
and the happiness it cost them
they’re never forgotten
still here still kicking
still ace any test given
still ripping still spitting
still remain as it was written
what you thought it was?
hood n-gga with a corporate buzz
third eye on the fuzz
spending confiscated funds
labels calling, i show up for fun
laugh in their face at their uncle tom
industrial slave contract
sh-t is a scam to be exact
you’re one of the biggest names
they got you flying on private planes
to perform in spain
you don’t own that jet
you don’t own them cars
in your videos
going hard in the studio
for what?
so your label can f-ck you in the b-tt?
take 85% of what you make?
all that talent gone to waste?
scratch that, you ain’t talented
making songs for the club
i don’t dance n-ggas
so no, i can’t show you love
now days if people can’t
smoke to it
f-ck to it or shake their -ss to it
it ain’t labeled good music
i speak that sh-t from the heart
they ain’t trying to hear it
brainwashed mother f-ckers
starting to k!ll my spirit
so what i suggest
protect your neck
nah protect your mind body and soul
find something to hold
as i cleanse your mind of the lies told
it’s gonna hurt
you might want to ask your
boyfriend to hold your purse
p-ssy -ss n-gga
stan smith uncle sam following patriotic
dimwitted hysterical
stereo typical inbred american
why you getting offended?
why you stop listening
before you hear the
full message?
you’re too well protected
by society, a man child
screaming mommy and daddy
please lie to me
don’t let me see the real world
sit back and get comfortable
this is going to take a while
try to do it with style
you feeling me now?
i got a split personality
he always battle me
that intelligent
philosopher
for now let’s call him abudari
see abudari didn’t like aaron
aaron was raised on real rap
but after the gap we had
of the real rap we lacked
once the legends p-ssed
sh-t started to unravel
hip-hop traveled
went far from home
picked up some hitch hiking clones
aaron was against this new kind of
rap for so long
didn’t like none of these songs
cuz he knew it was wrong
but after so long he stopped fighting it
couple rappers were even alright to him
realizing the game would never be like
old times again
he started to fit in
rapping like them
spitting pointless sh-t
bad hoes on his d-ck
diamonds on his neck
candy paint the usual sh-t
from time to time
abudari would take over
his mind help him find
the light to a better life
better sh-t he started to write
spitting about hard times
relatable sh-t
fist in the sky
deny the government
the people were loving it
my grandmother was the biggest believer
followed god’s laws
prayed every night her whole life
and still got cancer
are we searching for a answer
that we’ll never find?
millions of people starving with no home
babies born blind
what kind of f-cked up god is we worshiping?
people getting rich who don’t deserve it
let the kind hearted people suffer from disease
and lose their house
broke sitting on my couch
thinking there’s got to be another way out
hand on the glock
watching the clock
got to get this money now
can you tell me how?
applied to over a hundred jobs
still unemployed
started off as something sad
now i’m just getting annoyed
what’s a man to do?
what’s the plan to prove
that there’s more to life
than being broke and selling white
the kind of life we dreamed about
the reason we were made for
the life scarface worked his -ss off for
got tired of being poor

i was born naked
when i die go out in fashion
wrapped in armani fabric
gold b-ttons and italian satin
you the king of the south?
i’m the got d-mn emperor
supreme lord of planet earth
show me what you’re worth
def alert the merciless conqueror
gather energy from the heavens
and release god’s wrath on all of you
i know all this power will come back
to haunt me like my first crime
these rappers you calling nice
wouldn’t survive past my first rhyme
f-ck that my first line
no matter how dope you claim to be
you could never match my sk!ll
young alcoholic stoner addicted to
doe, dope beats and pills
sh-t we’re both broke
difference is, you’re broke forever
i’m rich in a year or so
all hail the chosen flow
saying you nice as me
n-gga please you sound like a got d-mn fool
your mind can’t handle this caliber
of ill rhymes
pick up your jaw and wipe off the drool
don’t be playing yourself
thinking you got what it takes
to go toe to toe with me
you’re an unarmed podestrian
i’m a got d-mn tank
fresh from the base
name the spot
i’ll make it hot for you n-ggas
female rappers too
i don’t give a f-ck boo
sitting on a mountain
drinking from a gold fountain
thought it was the fountain of youth
turned out to be the fountain of truth
so whenever i’m in the booth
you expect nothing but the realness
no wonder you always feel it
what does it take to be heard?
to make you realize i’m that dude
speaking the word?
to be in your top 5 dead or alive
just trying to survive
in this cold world
born a loner, destined to be a star
we are, young alcoholic stoners
flow too cold i just caught pneumonia
don’t ever say def alert fell off
i’ll rip your mother f-cking head off
and replace your spinal fluid with hot sauce
i’ve said some sh-t in past rhymes
that may have made me off as a -ssh0l-
but just let them all know
i’m never sorry
communication with
anunnakies through walkie talkies
i’m in j-pan probably
eating calamari
with abudari
and the ghost of ghandi
playing atari
see i’m advanced
devil grabbed my hands
wanting to dance
i told him i’ll have to p-ss
not in my armani pants
can’t you see i’m entertaining guests?
you’ll get your chance
jesus wasn’t from this earth
neither is god
a supernatural being who created us all
pyramids were built thousands of years ago
and even with today’s machinery
we’d find it extremely difficult
ancient egyptians
p-ssed down scriptures
and drawings
of distant creatures
visitors, aliens
of high intelligence
which goes beyond our comprehension
who visited, helped and left presents
experimented with hybrids
half man half creatures
created in their image
so who’s to say aliens
and h0m-sapiens
can’t be ancestrally
related? sh-t i’m convinced
i remember as an infant
spotting a sp-ceship
while in the parking lot
of publix while my dad filmed it
often neglected
guess my parents were too busy
tv replaced them
that’s the hood basics
1999 sweat pants on
with one leg slightly raised
sweat band upside down
hand me down j’s

inspired by the greatest
legends died
look who they got replaced with
a bunch of tatted up
hippies with too many chains
and not enough brains
they ain’t k!lling the game
they’re f-cking lame
dumb fans f-ck is up with you?
awarding this preposterous behavior
acting like a d-mn clone is the rap savior
i should have never let it go this far
tech on the dresser, i got too many bars
i’m not impressed with
who you calling the best kid
that sh-t is senseless
i hope you’re all religious
any questions?
before i eradicate this game of all these fakes
that irritate and disgrace the name
i hear them talking about
this n-gga’s the sh-t
yo this n-gga’s hot
how so?
spitting the same lines
that’s been told before?
talking bout b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
d-mn n-gga are you really that heart broken?
some other man stole your woman?
well don’t get hateful about it
blaming every girl in the world for it
forgive and move on
you sound pathetic
throwing a temper tantrum in your songs
you all sound the same
saying the same sh-t
over and over again
i can’t take it
i’m ripping stages
reading from bible pages
speaking a different language
for each line
just so the world can understand me
translated i’m the realest
sophisticated, probably the greatest
ain’t got time to respond to haters
we just tell them thanks for listening
and when your b-tch hop on d-ck
i don’t want to hear you b-tching man

sh-t i’m itching for these cats to start something
make it official, reff whistle
sweat dripping on your pistol
are you going to pull it or not?
you look nervous
probably ain’t from this block
my n-ggas go to war, i’m there
throwing never before seen
gang signs in the air
screaming hoorah!
we too raw!
pull the 9 out of my toolbox
and leave your soul lost
welcome to h-ll
this is the 40th level
where it’s too hot
for even the f-cking devil
demon with one wing
i been through a lot
cast from heaven
then cast from h-ll
n0body wants me, too wild and rebellious
too out of control, and too selfish
this is the start of art, holocaust 2.0
jews you’re safe
it’s these wack rappers that got to go
see you in the after
throw them in the fire
drowning out the sound
of their screams with laughter
they say everything happens for a reason
yeah, and that reason is life’s a b-tch
nerve of these cowards
this is hiipower
rise of the lycans
pure rhymes we’re righteous
said you were all about the hood
doing it for your people
trying make this rap game
change for the better
blew up now all you rap about
is hoes and cheddar
should have known you were a media puppet at heart
you fake -ss yelling, louis vuitton wearing
nasty hoe promoting communist it’s obvious
probably sucked a couple d-cks to get to the top
you can and will be stopped, scout’s honor
shame on your momma
who want war?
this is new world order
except this is a new world
fixing to be run by the people
eliminate the government evil
take that fake n-gga out the white house
replace him with somebody we can trust
one of us
the 1 percenters
all hail anonymous, rise of the little guys
stealing billions just to spend it on pies
weed and booze
throwing a party on the enterprise
star trek swagger, coogi in the hamper
and there i landed, somewhere out in kansas
and saw a gypsy, they got me tipsy
and tried to convince me there wasn’t sh-t seen
who dare tresp-ss the sovereign land
of the one part creature 2 parts robot man
programmed to scan your ray bans
for fear in your eyes and tears you’re holding in?
i’m 3 steps ahead of you my main man
so you’d better have a back up plan
for your back up plan to even stand
toe to toe with me 50/50
i’m dr. doom and you’re spider man on his first day
so i’ll take your unspeakable challenge as a rookie mistake
you got any clue what defeating me would take?
try popeye overdosed on spinach and steak
44 f22’s, your whole crew times 2, 5 army tanks
and lupe with a grenade before he learned how to skate
you wack as sh-t don’t know why you’re rapping
this your crew? point me to your captain so i can smack him
and drag him to the pile where the rest of the rap f-gs went
just for bragging
i’m mad at you, quite simple i’m gonna damage you
and the best doctors in the world couldn’t repair you

you ever try to test me you get trampled
rip your head off and throw it on the ground
in front of your crew just to make an example
and to think your grusome death is only a sample
of the unstoppable lyrical cannibal
what you want to do? you want to go war?
you want to go bar for bar with the stone cold boar?
when i go into battle you could’ve swore you heard a tiger’s roar
then i smack you in the face with a tiger’s claw
shove my hand through the chest of your remains
disconnect your arteries from your heart
and drink it in the rain
inflict unspeakable pain and make the world fear my name
you want to know the difference between me and you
while i’m in the forest with khitulu practicing ancient aztec vudu
you on your couch eating huhu’s
and watching jersey sh0r- on hulu
so when we stand side by side they ain’t got to ask who’s who
got everybody yelling “yo! get the cameras!”
cuz i spit such lyrical sh-t when i battle
i make the ku klux and the black panthers
come together to say “yo that sh-t was bananas!”
i’m warning yall, can’t handle this
i meditate in a room with candles lit
spitting sh-t sick enough to heal cancer with
cuz 2 negatives make a positive
so you really want to battle me? are you positive?
if that’s your decision i suggest you go with your gut
and choose the opposite
i cough (spit) spit, leave a vortex ripped
make the gravity on earth split
then levitate through the middle of it
i came, i conquered, spit some sick sh-t you all loved it
if i got anymore complex your brain would malfunction
so i’m going to just leave it at that
def alert the illest of all time leave it at that
they tried to convince me the game too risky
not too many make it so i should forget it
i ain’t convinced g
i’m starving for it
i’ve been striving for it, grinding for it
me and my brother tevin both deserve it
spit this sh-t perfect, the flow murdered
you heard it, you worshiped it
so if you’re feeling this sh-t like you ought to
learn from the message i taught you
p-ss this scripture on to your family and friends
let them hear how real hip hop sounds again
been spitting since i was 9
for years i’ve climbed
got better and better
excelled on every level
knew i was meant to be a part of history
so pardon me as i write another song
and continue my quest for priceless glory
end of story

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