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letra de life these days - dmerone

what has life become surrounded by the bong haze chopping up a fat sesh kicking with the adlays
counting days till the weekend for speed then, thinking of my enemies hoping that i see them
i need a reason for all my cons and treason depending on the weather and depending on the season
i’m fleeing from cops and [?] and minds are being wrecked but still no effect, it’s making these
ones are so f-cking subliminal i started out with minimal and now my sh-ts conditional
got myself an education in rap and drug relations
they only catch they better be expecting home invasions
i’m rocking up to your stations lack in my hand
dropping panels on occasions intimidation turned hrough retaliation

all that i’ve been searching for some reconciliation
look at this nation where drugs are recreation
i’m sick of all the same old sh-t i need some variation
i’m acting patient while smacking in the bas-m-nt
the c-nts are tryna tax my crop ill throw em to the pavement
lyrically dissing man i’m drinking when i’m spitting
its the time i put into my raps that makes me spit the sh-t your missing i hope you listen when i hop into my nissan
make some tracks and chop some sacks and totally f-ck my repet-tion f-cking got ya in submission
make your brain explode while i reload and stock up on some ammunition, my rap division
mixes with the best of new collision fade to the jugular and make a permanent incision yeah

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survival of the fittest i don’t think so just a bunch of unfit c-nt’s chopping hydro smoking dome mackin hoes
with the the lyrical flow don’t wanna talk to clones but i’m down that the to suck cones
a rap fiend indulging haze the green weed smokes green let it rise and hit the beans f-ck the haters
the people that judge he instrumental with out face in the buds hidden behind closed d lace the instrumental with out face in the bud
or we hug the instrumental without facing the buds pills some pre written for the 90s, now we can kidnap the host
i propose you don’t know,for hydro and fat flows ruckus and raw we get the hash block cutting blocks like a brick-saw
ydro and fat flows ruckus and raw we get the hash block cutting blocks like a brick-saw
causing trouble on the train tracks running through the rubble three day stubble go home to have a bubble
smoke it up with mad sl-ts you got chicks like bonnie rubble gonna give the dogs a muzzle sit back my heads a puzzle
think of whack double attack means means my rhymes are flip i’m just thinking flipping lyrics like my with is equipped
equipped and after dropped bombs no need for eviction my fact is not wrong leave you gronks f-cking
lyrically obey when i eat spade take your f-cking pay even your mates are saying eshay
is not wrong to recreate my math fully and with enough to drop bombs and 8 foot a fiction the fact he’s not leaving leave your bronx punk f-cking lyrically obey when i east spades
take your f-cking pay even your mates are saying eshay
find me in the city lining up to go to clubs, you’ll find me in my area pushing round buds making money
change the spot its red-hot blow our money take the honey and we are damaging crops

its the meer, the k the little f-cking mecca, the microphone wrecker chin checker debt collector neglect your whole sector
cause you know we don’t respect ya, slice and be precise that the way to disconnect ya
set your streets a ablaze from the gutter i was raised always right in school then having just a slide from my early days
i prayed that i’d never find a way that’i never turned to ump scratches on the bar-stool that felt like to get off so
i’m going to hit a high number up in the park on the dock one block on a mission just to stop pumping lyrics from my heart
when i leave you in the dirt with this lyrical curse
therein is its power and you know what’s going hurt when i leave you with the beverage this could put on my the universe reimburse reinstated to that place i’ve been hired for that poison
i’m a writer and i’m allowed to play in the movie that can be heard so i can not lose his h-t and hate is very rare to my words
my brother has being considered as the worst so desperate and the regret and release it to the suburbs
to the streets like a plague at this stage i’m a mental case just to chase the cats away

- dmerone

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