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letra de medieval (mad evil) boombap - dracul

[hook]
let’s jump the f-ck up!
this that dracul sh-t, surely you don’t wanna mess with
let’s jump the f-ck up!
the masterpiece from the abyss, kickin’ it hard from the dome piece

[verse]
i don’t need validation when i’m rhymin’ assassin
i’m body stackin’, grab a mic like a knife then slashin’
my mind’s shinin’, style’s gold, and wildin’
quick to blaze, ice brazin’, incinerates, and h-ll raisin’ (ugh!)

kick the raw sound harder to ground and pound
louder than blowin’ the god’s shankha that shakes the ground
i’m thunderin’ your circle, rollin’ with h-llhounds
y’all squared up, later they’re spinnin’ to death in a practice round (wuh!)

a medieval manner in an old-school way
in the booth i’m smooth, listen to what dracul says
leave the studio burnin’ with your girls on stakes
body bags with cash, that’s how dracul’s made

i’m that insane guy who moves like a lone wolf
i’mma rule by my solitude so f-ck your fake crew (word!)
as i’m dashin’ and blastin’, roll like an assassin’
lip service cats, leave em’ dead by body hangin’ (ah!)
i’ve been thru mid ages, where i throw axes in places
that made bourgeoisie starts walkin’ headless
i heard some cats are talkin’ sh-t about me in the back
later i found em’ dead but still b-tchin’ with their tongue twistin’ on the deck (yeah)

[hook]
let’s jump the f-ck up!
this that dracul sh-t, surely you don’t wanna mess with
let’s jump the f-ck up!
the masterpiece from the abyss, kickin’ it hard from the dome piece

[verse]
i spark some elements from the old testament
with a darker experiment, picture an arsonist with a pad and pen
call me pyromancer in lettering
hotter than devil’s den burned by my rhyme book that’s written in genesis

in fact, i eat whack mcs like venison
hunt ’em like ernest hemingway, brandishing like a veteran (uh-uh)
gza inspires my lyrical murderous
the wicked form of my liquid sword is becoming dangerous

embellish the menaces when i craft beats like a blacksmith
iron mic, where’s the punchline? you get hit till you can’t breathe
i shapeshift when my cadence swings like a mace sh-t’s got your ass blasted
break your half-mastered ass technique (uh)
f-ck twilight, it’s 31-style (b-tch)
10% of me is still more versatile than yours twice the times
most of you must be that lackin’ references
like those rappers with face tats that wore fake necklaces (skrrrt)

plus you sound flavorless, and nothin’ but some outdated imitators
precedented from successors
but i’m a byproduct of wu-tang clan
so protect ya neck, when my fangs shreddin’ your neck, fam!

[hook]
let’s jump the f-ck up!
this that dracul sh-t, surely you don’t wanna mess with
let’s jump the f-ck up!
the masterpiece from the abyss, kickin’ it hard from the dome piece

[outro]
this the new classic sh-t motherf-ckers
i heard somethin’ sure as h-ll i heard somethin’
you do well with your crew but back home
you’re alone sitting in the corner rottin’ like crippled bone b-tch
hahaha

- dracul

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