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letra de ! the chosen one - dezam

[intro]

yeah, yeah, yeah
mm, mm, mm, mm, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m the chosen one
i need more than one
i rock retros, f-ck your jordan 1s
i need more than one (chosen)
more than one, one, one, one
ready?

[verse]

yeah
hit up kaddy
hit the beat
all you rappers, take a seat
shawty, let me be your g-
gauge, get engaged
with these sh-lls, like my enemies (yeah)
man, f-ck peace
by any means, you get shot up
even your hut, trees
was shooting for ’26, but in ’24, my
conscience said, f-ck that
f-ck that, i gotta get bucks in my duff’ bag
only got dubs in my n-ts-ck
puff, pass, all the smoke
yeah, i want that
man, he here now
now, we bump rap
buff rap, thirstier than a humpback
and when it gets to it
i’m gonna blow her whole back out
dig a hole back in, go back in, ho (ho)
oh, you dead, nevermind
show your back ‘gain
i know it gets scary when the
apothecary gets to
combinin’ his entire depository
40 stories, full of morphine
you’d either die, or
get addicted to these traps like a dumb rat
woah
all you dumb rats, all you dumb, dumb, dumb rats
i’m back in black like i’m bat-
man, you couldn’t front that
couldn’t confront me either, even if you tried
(yeah)
and i’ll pay homage, woah
rolling on the pack that pop made
and 2pac made
and you b-tch-made ass hoes can never stop me (never)
f-ck your semi-goats
i’m a demigod
with a conscious semi-automatic in my hand
and it doesn’t know when, or how to stop
[chorus]

i’m the chosen one (facts)
i’m a golden one (yeah)
i rock retros, f-ck your jordan 1s (haha)
i need more than 1 (yeah)
more than fun for me to be interested
underestimate me, and you’ll see why (i’ll decimate you)
i’m the chosen one, yeah, uh (yeah, uh)
i’m the chosen one, yeah, uh (you-huh)
i’m the cho-sen-one (yeah)
chosen, chosen one
i’mma be number one (number one)

[verse]

yeah
552 on my back, yeah i’m back though
indian, brown skin, weinstein of rap, yo
gon’ ‘head, call your b-tch
she got the magazine covers, huh?
well, my b-tch got the magazines covered for me
and that’s the key to never stop me from being me
or i’ll beat you to death, muhf-cka’ (facts)
f-ck a master’s degree
pills overpop’d like how my city be
prophecies from a psychic who could never be a sidekick
always jermaine (cole)
i’m begging for the smoke, dawg
2024, i got more bars than the ones behind oprah (yeah)
it’s like you’re a flute, i’m an aztec (boo)
but the devil is a lie
i’m alive and thriving
i taught jim jones how to skin bones
sh-t’s conniving
what’s worse than a muhf-cka’ with
lisp and stammer, but his grammar feels like a hammer
i can do this in my pajamas
yeah
lately, it feels like
my verses need their own bible (on god)
come at me, get flapped like my wings
won’t catch flak, catch flacko instead
and when i pull out these claws
you ain’t getting clapped, f-ck a round of applause (woah)
b-tch ass hoe, i’m like picasso
pickaxe, oh? i’mma pick axes in both hands
and get to chopping
you really ain’t topping
bopping this
bopping this
bopping this
hopping on this d-ck, woah
[outro]

i’m like bob ross as a mob boss
i’ll paint a picture with blood
album mode

- dezam

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