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letra de savage beast - dzk

[verse 1]
yo when i pick-up a mic, i get shivers like winter nights
when i’m spittin right, grippin it tight, adrenaline spikes
like a fight was incited in the cypher and i’m the type to ignite
the violence when my rivals in sight – i’m wilin
inviting a writer to bite what i scribe with a pilot
i’m a bison in stride, strikin any guy who would try it
brighter than lightning riding the skies, a t-tan
the size of giant and timeless, surviving any crisis arising
i rhyme inter-twining science with a fright-en-ning kind
of maniacal bias inspired by crime and defiance
for societal pro-pri-ety — try me– i’m silently
devising vials of viral diseases, so finally
these people i despise will consume lethal fumes
when me and my goons release plumes on the streets you use
from heated moving balloons, till you see on the news
you need leak proof suits and tubes to breathe through too
my music is a fusion of acoustical fuel and the brutal
views of a nuisance who uses the tunes he produces
to get you to do sh-t and induce a movement of new and
improved revolution within a few minutes of viewing it
i’m losing it daily, my crew’s been a scary influence on
burymore choosing to carry more tools than repair-men and using em
on various stupid arrogant dudes daring to prove sh-t
i’m airing two clips and ain’t caring who’s hit
i’m sicker than livers after litres of liquor were in em
i breathe benzene steam->feed on litter and bleed venom
my track sk!lls are so ill cuz i see with a green vision
field, and i feel, people’s heat signatures keep switchin
i hone in to a foe’s position with primo precision
i see no reason to get emotional over leaving you twitchin
broken and beaten, ya clothes soaked in hemoglobin and p-ss when
i open your throat with a choke, so viscious it rips in
to your skin and past tissue, to de-tatch your kisser
from your little b-tch -ss neck, when i grab and hit you
i’m faster than missiles, actually i’m faster than the signals
transmitted to blast missiles, i catch bullets from pistols
i can be drunk, high, p-ssed out or nappin, asleep
i’ll catch a ninja’s daggers with a clap, inches from stabbin me
if you added all the casualties, i’ve casually had in a week
you’d have to get nasa to do the math, i’m a savage beast

- dzk

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