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letra de cock pit check (ft. altair kareem) - departure (rap)

[verse 1: departure]

c-ck pit check, test your red b-ttons for clarity
not to duke nukem, not to wage war but to see the age of my pores
pouring pus precisely out of place
and if i wanted to see your face i would go check it on mysp-ce
i’m mixing my vocals like an open mic event
to diss c-cksucking cosplaying communists, this is the wisdom i present
despite the fact that the future is a gift
and the past is some foolishness to gruel you into a grift
shifting snakes like to claim change is not a constant
but ask illogic, he will tell you the exact opposite
constantly crying on consonants dirting dancily on dogsh-t
and i make a f-cking profit off of it
(no, i am not rapping for money)
but i’m sure writing like a columnist
or a novelist, see that poetry keeps me occupant
and knowledge is power, so this rapping sh-t makes me dominant
i see a lot of yall incompetent rappers be acting f-ggy as f-ck
then turn around and claim yourself as gynecologists
but what you really need is a psychologist pretending to be a paraplegic
then maybe you’ll see the problem with all of it
(i got two bad b-tches, that’s my f-cking problem)
staring solemnly at your sudoku column
but leave it to me, the rogue who’s gonna f-cking solve em
[verse 2: altair kareem]
heh, solvin’ what? picked up when you called me bruh
i thought you was a monster bro, you told me you was onto somethin’
hold up, lemme drop a couple math equations on you chumps
you know you gotta shuffle numbers over like a card or something’
check it like it’s 21, really, what’d you give me, son?
20 dollar mission to go k!ll sh-t, i’mma get it done
30 more, i’ll a pen a ghost for pretty much bout anyone
and you can say it ain’t me to get your street pity up
the transgender manbender, stand there and ‘member
how i get them d-mn rhythms given when demanded them
it’s ally t apache, i tomohawk you crackers if you really think you match me
roll with baddies in the back seat
i’m a cold ass carolina n-gga with a motto
never hold back b-tch, i really breathe raw flows
ptaf, i’m a real ass boss hoe
cleveland seen me take so many hits they call me carlos
as i lead and you follow, i’mma slap a rapper back in line
marching to tomorrow with a “we ready for battle” sign
check the hands on the f-cking clock, b-tch it’s ally time
smoke ’til i can’t see straight, now tell my joint happy pride

[outro: altair kareem]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, smoke ’til i can’t see straight, now tell my joint happy pride
yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
go, go, go when i spit it, yo
and i really stay cold with the rhythms
you gon’ wanna go go go go go when i spit it ’round the way ’cause a hoe so cold with the rhythms, waddup?

- departure rap

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