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letra de semitones - drop dead lane

[intro: disclamer]
you can like me or not, say what you want
you can criticize me, but i’ll bring the industry a new day
i’m fed up with this impenetrable night in rap that is delayed

[verse 1: disclamer]
what you gonna get when you mix new rap with the boom bap, cut the mumble cr-p put some real feelings on that, and hit the b-tch with this motherf-ckin’ sh-t in a combat format?
(c-c-combo!)
i tell what you get, you get me, but i’m not trying to beef, i’m just talking to people
regularly i’m not moving illegal, but if somebody dare me to listen
to “scrr, brrra” lyrical feacals, i’ll defiantly take it for a personal insult
i’m immediately packing my deagle that mеans i’m done with the cerеbral riddles
i’m moving from words to deeds, so i’m taking my pistol, f-ckin’ up these hoes
i don’t care if there anybody innocent, i intervent and put everybody on their knees
stickin’ this illegible, miserable sh-t straight in the guilty freaks
then i finally leave the room, come home and cross them of my checklist
but i will repeat this sh-t again if they meet me on the streets
and i won’t hear some kind of jay-z from the headphones on their ears

[pre-chorus: disclamer]
life is so fast and evanescent that i
just can’t allow you spend your time
on f-cking r-t-rded sh-t
that’s not right, that in our world 6ix9ine is as popular as tech n9ne

[chorus: disclamer]
no more lame response
when you ask for sympathy
prepare for endless storm
if your my enemy
i am to transform
into melody
and use my semitones
as a curing remedy
[verse 2: disclamer]
i’m from the hood full of “equincu ochas”, where you shouldn’t walk in dark, better duck and watch out
or it will cost you f-cking torture, body notches, risk of being unconscious
uncharted this place is, you can never find it on map systems
never mind, either way i’m not hiding the reasons for me being so wicked on this b-tches
fake ass c-c-cowards, snitches
bringing c-c-countless stitches
on those cl-cl-cloudy streets motherf-ckers treat decency as an issue
i’ve abandoned this dimension, saving my mind from bad intensions
homicide thoughts, suicide notes are definitely not my f-cking direction
parable says: you’re gonna take my music as a holy mixture that i’m giving to you, this procedure is inevitable
even if you’re motherf-ckin’ sinister devil, despicable terrible cannibal on methamphetamine you’re gonna let me in
and witness a miracle, obliterate yourself and have a chance to resurrect as sinless pilgrim
and be no longer ignorant and infamous, as you happened to be in your m-th-rf-ckin’ miserable previous

[pre-chorus: disclamer]
life is so fast and evanescent that i
just can’t allow you spend your time
on f-cking r-t-rded sh-t
that’s not right, when the songs consisted of edlibs are something that people admire

[chorus: disclamer]
no more lame response
when you ask for sympathy
prepare for endless storm
if your my enemy
i am to transform
into melody
and use my semitones
as a curing remedy

- drop dead lane

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