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letra de rarewolf - detroit diz the poet

[intro]
roast the beats, poetry
hang with my back against a wall like a poster be
(ah, f-ck it)

[verse]
no golden and frozen wrists
rather wear they ass out, they just clothes to diz
on a different page when i wrote this sh-t
body shots out the cage, these some broken ribs
erasing threats, don’t know where to place me yet
i been catching f-cking bodies, no safety net
hit play, bang reset, speak in depth, sick, only way it’s easy to catch
i slash words but money talks, it’s cash first
the way the benjamins but-in, we got it backwards
snap for hobby, small fan base, gauze and band-aids, i wrap the body
soft and fake fellas, probably get robbed by some bank teller
sh-t for the birds, make me think feathers, to h-ll though
armed, like your elbow, rhyming and i tell jokes
aunt jemima at the chapelle show
out my mind an i can tell though, yeah your counts higher, with your fans and sh-t
but i doubt fire cuz they mans a b-tch, animal, eat your banana clips
f-ck the hits, but the respect for the bars
i demand the sh-t
but by the time i tell them to suck my d—, they’ll cancel it
(f—)
diz

- detroit diz the poet

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