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letra de the abominable showman - dizasterpiece

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i’m from another dimension

you best be protectin’

yourself with a fence that’s electric, when i wreck sh-t

emcees that test me get chewed up, and digested

i get hard when i spit bars, like i’m s-xtin’

now… bring the motherf-ckin’ ruckus

hi, haters… suck it

you hollow inside like a jack-o’-lantern pumpkin

ya brain is fried from that swag-f-g lovin’

i heard you loud and clear the other night with ya trash-rap b-mpin’

you wanna diss me, and dismiss me… but diz be shifting onto some other sh-t

like guitars going in and out from clean to heavy riffs

i smoke many spliffs

sometimes…

sometimes, it’s sunshine, a fun high… if the nug’s right

sometimes the bud leaves me bug-eyed, and untied… it’s so dumb i should stop smoking, but like…

follow me to the beat, as i flip my tongue like nina hartley

i got more bars, see?

i hardly started. i spit when i spit so, pardon…

don’t get too close. i like bustin’ rhymes, but i like sampling the most

was supposed to be the dj, but my emcees went ghost

my band members bail when i need them the most, so after another fail… i took another boat

i said “f-ck it. i don’t need help, imma do this myself.” i got the lyric book off of the shelf

f-ck b-tches, f-ck fame, f-ck wealth. i do this for myself

i listen to my jams, cause i feel it’s good for my health

vibes are contagious with rhymes that my just make you wanna crowd around, and spectate

i get love, i get hate. i got a c-ssette tape tatted on my chest-plate

my favorite bands would give most of you a headache

play my tracks for a label… i bet they would think i’m wack, but i’m relieved when i rap…

(dept paid) i don’t f-ck with much hip-hop from this decade

we got a dead big, a dead pac… why not a dead drake?

( “yo diz, you can’t be sayin’ sh-t like that.”
“what too much?”

“yeah” “ight, bring it back”)

yo, what up again? it’s the unrelenting diz

switchin’ up the mentality in my sentences, in percentages

one second is positive, one second is negative

i am not a pessimist… just my head is in two channels

but the thought of playin’ more live shows makes my eyes roll… and guides flow, like paddles

i stick on the beat like a shadow

diving head-first, even if the water’s shallow

even if the crowd looks like gallows; foul, yo… with scowls

h-llo, hi. i’m the captain of ya flight. close ya eyes

sometimes i give a f-ck too much, it gets me b-mmed

sometimes i don’t give a f-ck

the drug of melodies and drums helps me keep numb from stupid pointless bullsh-t; the dumb

(watch as i come)

you don’t have to hide, you just got to be alive to be open like the sky-blue

i could get high just bustin’ rhymes… watch as i do

those barriers that divide you… put them beside you

let me get inside you

emotions… coming in out gradually/rapidly like an ocean…

my devotion: is to express the excess. i owe it to myself to put my heart and my soul to the test

i appreciate you turning on my track. you made it all the way though… respect to that

do you dig it? do you think it’s wack?

2013, mic-check… where we at?

- dizasterpiece

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