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letra de fly heads - dna & mr. hyde

[hook: the jokerr]:
we came to fly heads
leave you covered in red
grab the handle of the battleaxe and put you to bed
n-gga, we came to fly heads
when we drive-by, f-ck hot lead
we swinging swords, trying to straight chop dreads
we came to fly heads
realest sh-t ever said
and it ain’t a figure of speech, so don’t be mislead
we really came to fly heads
slicing straight through your necks like bread
leaving you dead, and off we sped
n-gga, we came to fly heads

[verse 1: k-rino]
(here we go again)
the paragraph pessimist who stands on the precipice
of extreme desolate thoughts, making the most treacherous flow methods look effortless
watch me as i step to the edge of this
river bank with a net tested my fresh new impetuous way of catching fish
smoke you like a marlboro, also, catch you at the car show and throw a tricked out volvo at your torso
hoping this dummy learns is my one concern
if not i’ll make his stomach burn with words that chew his insides like gummy worms
anxious to display that i’m dangerous
i refrain to explain how i came to ten countries and rearranged the languages
the victims of the flames remain nameless
unmaimed cause through anatomical changes i made agony painless
a whole lot of cats know k-rino’s hotter
the robotic flow jotter, finger spinning the planet like a globetrotter
controlling they minds with potent designs
rappers ravaging through the trash to get my throwaway lines

[verse 2: dna]

i’m throwin’ saw blades at rapid velocity, my co-efficiency of veracity, attacks of monstrosity like ferocities, make no mistake, you’ll be made an atrocity, better eat your steak and broccoli before you break in the wake of innate, thoughts to read. your better off pickin’ a patch of pickled peppers probably poppin’ off like pistols poppin’ through puerto rican pottery, possibly, probably people pick up your precious properties ‘cause these p’s i’m packin’ will place you under pruduted poverty, the dichotomy sodomly sodomizing’ your sovereignties, you’re gonna need an empirical, miracle anomaly to stop my katana that can dominantly slice through the nucleus of a comet and with a promise to awesomely solve astronomy, upon the beat, i’m droppin’ an atomic bomb of artistry that’s hard to beat to even come at range as uncommonly, i astound, astonishin’ until astonishment’s a part of me, now pardon me while i decapitate you on this beat

[hook]
i fly heads, leave you covered in red
grab the handle of the battleaxe and put you to bed
n-gga, we came to fly heads, when we drive-by, f-ck hot lead
we swinging swords, trying to straight chop dreads
we came to fly heads, realest sh-t ever said
and it ain’t a figure of speech, so don’t be mislead
we really came to fly heads, slicing straight through your necks like bread
leaving you dead, and off we sped, n-gga, we came to fly heads

[verse 3: ayok]
got an abominable flow man, a mechanical bull
partly a bronco b-tch me and prodigals hold hands
phenomenal sorta non mythological romance
wit a goddess mary jane in an impossible slow dance
horror show of shockers, rocking ya mind, often you watching as i get twins (get wins) like jesse katsopolis’ wife
become a puma, a pummeler, plum c-cked wit the prize winning type hook eclipse (he clips) here go sun dark in ya rise (son darken your eyes)
i been a nuisance, crazy with a pad…inst-tutioned
y’all quit when i start, that’s introducing
sh-t’s amusing, i’ma complicate ya life, mindf-cking, smoke a jeffrey when i dahmer-nate the mic
now he wanna make it right…but it’s off with his head
it’s over like the fat lady from the opera is dead
here’s an offer instead, i could chop you to shreds
i’ll be the b-st-rd executioner and put all you to bed

[verse 4: mr. hyde]
my loathful pen explodes into primordial mode
lyrical bodes of venomous injected scorpion blows
scorched porcelain glow over hip-hop’s historian coals
i euthanize, these youthful minds with kevorkian flows
ubiquitous omnipotence with hints of vindictiveness
shift the richter with the scriptures encrypted within my penmanship
christ he’s gone, the out right mindful spiteful drone
precise cyclone of viper strikes until his -ss fell sniper pr-ne
arms around his neck, and squeeze tight because i cherish him
and choke him red and blue like i’m proud to be an american
inherited hysteria unfairly impaired with samaritans, imperative for comparisons to be very aware that i bury ’em
they turn p-ssy, when i’m approaching the booth
i c-ck back and slap your soul through your fallopian tubes
i rope me a noose, around his throat and toss him overboard
there’s no remorse as i puppeteer his corpse by his vocal cords

[hook]
we came to fly heads
leave you covered in red
grab the handle of the battleaxe and put you to bed
n-gga, we came to fly heads
when we drive-by, f-ck hot lead
we swinging swords, trying to straight chop dreads
we came to fly heads
realest sh-t ever said
and it ain’t a figure of speech, so don’t be mislead
we really came to fly heads
slicing straight through your necks like bread
leaving you dead, and off we sped
n-gga, we came to fly heads

- dna mr hyde

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