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letra de chapter 2 - dubbs

jay rosa verse
-n-lytical hypocritical criminals
different individuals swinging for subliminals
thinking that you sl!ck rick quit spittin flows
sh-ttin thick bricks that’ll sink in my swimming pools
silly fools metaphorical monsters body bagging imposters
rock star rosters k!llin you with syllables
meticulously maneuvering to influence kids
enthusiastic to do this to prove to you what music is
strip you of all your beliefs to leave you like a nudist is
naked with the blanket of anger like who did this?
brain freeze from the mainstream got you brain washed
way lost cause you been listening to the same thing
the way things seem i mean it seems like you can’t dream
you have to believe though to be on my d-mn team
united we stand raise hands as a family
escape from this hate to eliminate this bad dream
hook scratches

dubbs verse:
all about my flow and you know it, man i ain’t gotta clap to show it
i don’t ever drop rhymes no more, i throw it
with ya ho and i just whip it out and tell her ‘blow it’
talking ’bout balloons ya fool ya know i’m jokin’
smokin on that potent mind is open out of focus
might not be the dopest emcee, sh-t i’m the brokest
and sh-t that ain’t important when these emcees see distortion
when all your flows imported from your heroes that is borin’
even in the pouring rain i walk straight like i’m the man
hurdling these obstacles like they was in the plan
flow ain’t got no d-mns in it you sick well i’m contaminant
treat it like a sandwich best believe i’m going ham on it
add some cheese and mayo watch me mold this sh-t like play-do
put me on the boards and i’mma spin it like a dreidel
i’m so up you better get ya self a ladle
so much farther i should father these rappers get a cradle uh

tw-t:
i’m making these weak and diseased weekend emcees weak in their knees
and ill at ease cause they know they’re faker than some processed cheese
half these idiots mean mug like they’re gonna make a mess of me
please putz, i serve kids like you just for thinking of disrespecting me
there’s not a referee on earth who could save you from the choke hold
but after that at least you’ll have excuse for your lack of breath control
i’m a brain rearranger that mangles chumps who spit redundantly
plus you know i’ll be crushing your fun when i flow with my company.
we’re here to destroy these decoys who keep making weak noise
these kids ain’t even b-boys, they’re wannabe-boys!
i suggest you stop flapping your gums before you get your pride torn
cause we crack pop warners open like kernels of pop corn
so what ya’ got kid? i know you think you’re holdin’ heat like zeus
but if you grabbed an sm58 you wouldn’t know what to do
i’ve tried to keep thing civil but soon you’ll be deep throating fecal d-ck
cause when you sh-t where you eat you’re bound to wind up eating sh-t

- dubbs

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