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letra de immortals exist - dillow primetime

(verse 1)
extra, extra!/
your favorite rapper just died/
i done k!lled him/
didn’t want that b-st-rd alive/
tried to diss me/
i said miss me/
wit that bullsh-t/
i’m on cool sh-t/
my swag and st–z/
makes enemies/
between/
my team/
and thee/
we get that green/
back the f-ck up/
unless you wanna get pimped slapped/
i’m f-cking corrupt/
so you just listen and sit back/
i’m not a man i’m not a god/
i’m half and half/
like your coffee/
and i kick -ss/
leave you coughing/
in a coffin/
mane you running out of options/
do you wanna proceed cuz once you challenge me there’s no stopping/
there’s no pausing/
this ain’t a game/
and this ain’t a f-cking movie/
i beat up lames/
and leave a note, signed yours truly/
and i bust rhymes/
bust lines/
like freddie gibbs with the white white/
knock out yo lights/
leave you slumped like babies, night night/
and don’t confuse this wit a fight/
i’m the rapper that yo girl like/
she want me to hit from the back, i said sike/
you see, my weapon is the mic/
i be shooting rappers on sight/
like if i sniped/
d-mn, sharpshooter/
f-ck yo buddha/
i ain’t ever feelin anxious/
but you will when i aim this lyrical stainless/
i ain’t worried bout a motherf-cker hating/
i do my own sh-t, f-ck you gon do to change it/

(hook x2)
immortalized on the mic/
immortalized in my lines/
immortalized/
long life/
don’t f-ck around p-ssy boy/
before you get destroyed
and feel the wrath of god/
when i rap a song that’s hot/
machine gun funk/
like who shot/

(verse 2)
ben shapiro gon be the first man that i shot/
saying this ain’t music, mane, i grew up hip hop/
i’d like him to tell that to gangstas on da block/
he won’t even finish, get dropped right on the spot/
i rap stupid like i’m off rocks/
so don’t come near cuz you’ll get socked/
don’t mock/
cuz i always keep lyrics in stock/
this a preview/
before you see just how we do/
af is the rap trinity/
piping e-girls, alinity/
we 03 til infinity/
fat and skinny, we still move with agility/
loud mouthed -ss-ssins, k!lling beats/
f-ck it up dillow, just like if you in the sheets/
we in the streets/
f-ck industry/
cuz real i keep/
switch between that hood sh-t and deep/
how about both/
i keep em stoked/
i learned the ropes/
and learned sum mo/
and now i’m rappin with bros/
rhymes so ill, to the point it’s gross/
never dancing at these quinceañeras, i got bars to write/
f-ck out my face, i’d rather be at battles rocking all the mics/
yo sh-t got people scratching on they head like if they had some lice/
my sh-t got people boppin like “god-mn yo raps was f-cking nice”/
i’m ill as f-ck/
and i win with sk!ll not with luck/
this ain’t jazz rap, mane this sh-t funk/
this ain’t boom bap, mane this sh-t crunk/
you best not call me old school cuz my beats lazy/
hitting a tempo 180/
dillow the king, nah, emperor of the new school/
putting example for new fools/
inspired by the greatest ever/
and greatest, i’m the latest ever/
keep goin on and on/
in these songs/
unique just like ason/
i’m in a car wit yo boo singing some akon/
yeah she like my swagga/
you losing your voice cuz i cut your throat with my rhyme dagger/
ill rapper/
and that’s facts/
i be looking dapper/
with all of my snapbacks/
and my off brand sneakers/
ignoring my teachers/
all trying to teach us/
to be on the team, when we gon be on bleachers/
so what’s the purpose of our d-mn life/
nothing, bruh, but i wanna be immortalized/
but immortalized where/
immortalized on my mic/

(hook x4)
immortalized on the mic/
immortalized in my lines/
immortalized/
long life/
don’t f-ck around p-ssy boy/
before you get destroyed
and feel the wrath of god/
when i rap a song that’s hot/
machine gun funk/
like who shot/

- dillow primetime

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