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letra de rap is still alive - dynast

[chorus]

rap is still alive, dammit. (x8)

[verse 1: dynast]

watcha doing looking like that
you spilled blood and gore, on the mat
lyrical attack of a gat, with a pat, on the back, put ya in a rucksack or a backpack for rugrats
wake up, the dynast’s ringing, at your door
open up, or the door’ll hit the floor before you hit the floor
running
head first through the window, today you ain’t winslow
you might lose fast, folklore or fact
i’m at your back like a rabid cat
blast your brains out, free bars like a handout, seeking your hideout, mickey mouse
trash beat at the backseat, still incredible feat
you scared mickey?
destroying symbols of complacency
it’s the destiny of the dynasty, like me, imma spike lee
what a tragedy, uh
damage in my brain, am i insane?
ain’t no game, no trip to fame, no blame
smoke you like a chain
going out small game hunting, out the parking lot stunting, rage against the f-cking machine
acid flow, bag of blow, take-down on the down low, go

[chorus]

run away, imma find you , imma b-tchslap, imma d-ck slap, imma pimpslap, imma puncture, you
you mad bruh? my bad bruh. look at me, i’m sad bruh. you still ain’t motherf-cking dead bruh
keep you alive, pull out your eyes, observe your demise, let the limelight hypnotize
imma try your b-tch on for size, imma use your face as a disguise
i’m on the rise, you’re full of lies, imma cut all ties
this ain’t no thriller, but deranged k!ller, fortune teller, king’s best-seller
mister mayor, the key to the city. imma shove it up his -ss, fill him up with gas, leave him like the enemies of nas, six feet under some sh-tty gr-ss
he’s smoked, so we smoke
supreme leader snoke
it’s better when you under, cause you know you ain’t hova
ain’t got no punch, like a flat soda

[chorus]

so suck a d-ck and die boy, you ain’t black boy, black boy fly boy, imma beasting off the riesling and you a f-cking chewtoy, bad and evil like malfoy
so you better go boy, go boy, before i get serious, no joy, no joy, no joy, no joy
so abide to my rule, as i bide my time
thinking up rhymes and writing down these lines
waiting for real rap to come back to the mainstream
redemption like a holy laser-beam

’cause rap is still alive, dammit

[chorus]

- dynast

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