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letra de style - dialectrix

[intro: [?]]
yeah
that’s right, [?]
yo, my style is supreme and you gettin’ crushed
yo, my style is supreme and you gettin’ crushed
yeah, my style is supreme and you gettin’ crushed
yes, my style is supreme and you gettin’ crushed
yo, i’m stylin’
i’m stylin’ on you
you’re f-ckin’ fake
and your stylin’ ain’t true, yeah

[verse 1: dialectrix]
[?]
i’ve got to say it, i’m a boss, yeah, yo, i run the shop
you come across stupid like hipsters with m-ffin tops
little dummy jocks see ’em all run their mouth
and when they do it’s no surprise like ian thorpe coming out
i’m joe galuvao ’cause i’m behind the props
you think that style you got is fly but i just write it off
so what’s this (fashion?) that you’re bragging about?
you think you’re swaggin’ on some tight sh-t, my jeans bagging you out
rich kiddies use their parent’s credit card and banking account
to try to match the charisma of what i have in my sound
and it is clear we are here and appear
re-arranging style to give our scene a re-up
i proceed to redirect a teeny trend to be a leader
standing on my own two to burn like gonorrhoea
your heart is in to stay true, that’s laughable, go pay dues
i’m marvellous with art and it’s remarkable like case 2 with

[chorus: [?]]
style idol, our style be wild
we don’t give a d-mn and claim all of your t-tles
we’re reppin’ style that’s extra nice
and we’re flossin’ on you fools who think ya game’s tight
style idol, our style be wild
we don’t give a d-mn and claim all of your t-tles
we’re reppin’ style that’s extra nice
and we’re flossin’ on you fools who think ya game’s tight

[verse 2: 2buck]
yeah, the iii collaborate calibrate the track at accurate
i k!ll tracks while you only take a stab at it
brain snap way back when in the b-ssinet
now cantankerous vinyl like an anchor hold it
sink quick like reggie miller done the knicks
lick a shot (godd-mn) rappers looking like they’re hologram
all your holla and your squalor jam yuck, mr
what the deal double dollar man buck (man buck)
and i’m a scholar of the cut
not a follower of pre-written politicin’, nup
you know the drilly, keeps it rugged and deluxe
and all you sucker ducks silly get chucked from off the mini bus
ridiculous the way the five panel capped up
eighty-seven max rap cl-ssic like a black tux
(and that’s buck) chuck a 2 in front of it
dropping twenty at the hoop for the motherf-cking fun of it

[verse 3: p. smurf]
flossin’ clean white t’s flicking beef stuck in my teeth
dirty as h-ll, yellow stained speech bustin’ on beats
puffing the reef flying in on the micro—
phone, fashionably late on arrival
see in side (inside?) my cycle, survival, ain’t tryna be michael jackson
or sections out of the bible, i’m repping a sound that’s tribal
i reckon i found my style, perfecting my own flow
wanna check this weapon’s a cerebellum? step in the dojo
better make connections with dots, struck gold when the x marks it
don’t fiend for the spotlight and not sold by the next b-st-rd
that’s moulded on pop stars, shot holes in their chest target
stop holding your breath, soon they’ll be rolling the red carpet
from hard core to trendy (trendy) it’s all the same
if you mimicking something similar silicone suckers happily
stuck in a cylinder selling their simple soliloquies
while i spit from the soul, the heart is my target, armed with artillery from a

[outro: [?]]
i rep a mad style
mad style
i rep a mad style
mad style
i gots that mad style
mad style

- dialectrix

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