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letra de light years - down6

(verse 1)
in the darkest of nights, drop you down low!
oh you wanna f-cking fight, isn’t that so?
imma dump you at the bottom of a black hole
smoking weed grown on mars, travel-the-cosmos
i shake the hands of an alien, i shall admire the brightest of minds
met with the witch again, knowing the planet is ready to plot my demise
they know me straight to the dividend, forcing me out, guess im paying the price
of being a normal like citizian, i cannot co-exist you with guys
strapped in chairs, im bout to bend some time
changing things, i mold the best of life
coldest fien the grope this beat with rhymes
unload a feast of vocals that’ll chime
unknown is all i know, the mist and fog surround the f-cking cage
at war with the martian race, i p-ssed em off, im down with destructive rage

(bridge)
traveling, light years, no one can, find me

(chorus)
the vast emptiness, coming back to haunt you
in dat razor crest, zooming by to taunt you
i been roaming since the-beginning-of-times where lost crews
increasing there iq’s, like my f-cking font grew

(verse 2)
you finna battle me, we on neptune
swords drawn, imma slit your f-cking neck to
i got a squad of spirits from the after life
-an invasion bound to happen if you strike to
no-one is keeping up, with the bl–dy onslaught
need to find a cause like im doing an autopops
enter a higher level-reciting a mantra
vision go black when they bowcaster
ready for the raptor, reek where i please
i feast to mighty, the freak in there jeans
at least comply,these are words from my steam
i spill on armies, the eyes up on me
got that golden ticket imma live in a new life
i be going to depths with the deepest of dives/
you aint finna get up in this captian seat
compacity is full, what-a-catastraphy
you’ll get lit up with the rays, corpse barbecued
adomy got fried, by the missle tube
the war upon the stars, through the galaxy
that’s h-lla far away, every hit’s like nukes

(verse 3)
imma creep where you stay, homeboy get up at my way
it’s that new cosmic wave, that’ll split apart your brain
im gon get, what i chase, any mothaf-ckin day
you got stench, b-tch you stank, better watch this choppa spray
i will not play, none of yall’s games
horribly basic, you all sound the same
you want a taste, of internet fame
you not gonna get it if you do not change
f’s on the page like im a crocker with grades
finally fury from-the-front to f-ck fakes
do-demands like-you-siri, you’ll career defaced
dragged through the mud, when i step in your way
cuz b-tch you is stupid

- down6

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