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letra de volcanoes (the fire pt. 2) - diverse one

(verse 1: diverse one)
we erupt like a volcano, you say “no?”
your’e brain dead, go play dead like grace oak
your “halo’s” remain gold
my halo’s to shoot em all up, until i gain gold
you been wack since jay was ye’s bros
i grace they souls, with mental pesos and great flows
rap needs a g, im he, but no squeek
i’m loco, i need the best shrink
i said best shrink, not breast shrink, angie jolie
b00b shrink, hand me the key to the new jeep
and try not to push ya girls mood swings
i swing swords, to join rap ring lords
me and rap connected by a ring like in laws
if ya girl really a snack wrap her in tin foils
cuz with the females im jesse james
now i start, set target, ready, aim
(while i walk, walk)
through the fire!

(verse 2: jp)
i whip in this b-tch just like some whipped cream
i’m still a burden at 16
no, make the b-tch scream
17, not really
not really, silly jokes, move to philly
get these records out, dealin’
the bowling b-lls filling
inspirational, look how i face it tho
in sp-ce to float, i move to the sp-ce stations
get a tv room, a playstation
i tips my finger when i hear the drums hitting
when the drums and the bass said “its glizzy”
“glizzin?” glizzin like its glitter & gold
i unfold the scrolls, nah so better hold with this
verbal intercourse, you’re boutta open doors and break into the floors like “i gotta porsche now”
nah im going for divorce now
all this crackin’ sh-t im like “im not definite”
i’m not f-cking any hoe im not cracking any do’
i’m not dealin’ in the slow
dealin’ with this, old food this just like some soul food
this is some old school “feed em in the cold” food
check it
(verse 3: diverse one)
jit, you can’t crack my skeleton
its like red with no melanin/melon in
you’re a felon in devil’s skin
devil’s skin? nah, but sheep in wolf’s clothing
no-zoning, but guns for opponents
my loaded clip is the sh-t i grip to shoot you
your loaded clip is a little vid on youtube
i’m holdin’ lyrics like a sig to -pew pew-
-shoot shoot- like what happened to guru
i can’t move me, no movie, f-ck hulu
hire new troops, fire at ’em
nah, too soon
who would’ve known stan would diss “mr who knew” ?
f-ck yall magicians with your tricks and voodoo
i’m mentally unstable, so like a loose screw
and ya girl, keep her outta your residence g
try to see her true colors you’ll epilipsy
and explode, another volca-no
its harm to the city like a bomb to commitee
once the fire is on, dont expect it to get drippy
we roll, we roll, we roll, we roll litty
(dont expect it to get pretty)

(outro)
as we proceed
march through the fire
not a reference
stop liking ‘fore i throw you out the park
and back to the start
haha

- diverse one

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