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letra de funky rhyming - edan

[verse 1]
from the top of the empire state
i sh-t on rapper’s hair who think he great
and while he rubbing on a head full of dookey
my mans step up and take the polaroid smoovely
so i can put it on the cover of my next 12
and maybe call the record how i excel
or anything to indicate my superiority
whether you be new to my sh-t or feel me already
my theory outta be to slaughter
each and every loser computer user
abusing the truth that i’m used to
i see you from vista, east of the weak stuff
master the last of the peace that i’m after
you snap on a rapper for minimal stuff
like if i rhymed peking duck with eighteen bucks
your over–n-lyze and try to say “he sucks”
but i’m known to fantasize when i make things up
i’m so talented

[verse 2]
people talk sh-t like girls in a bathroom
don’t ever try to call me soft in a chatroom
instead of trying to find a diss
you better try and find some bliss
inside the kinda of life you live
cause you a sucka, repet-tively
your friend who rap ain’t better than me
i ain’t no wack motherf-cker
so bear witness
i put a lot of time in this
my rhyme physics
make me something of a scientist
fly entrance
sky walker
light saber
psychotic
bright flavors
listen to the rhythm of a skyscr-per tongue
i vibrate the sun when i gyrate my lungs
lots of motherf-ckers want a father figure through rap
well suck your mommys p-ssy cause i ain’t doing that
my rhythm is futurism, you read it as retro
i found the fundamentals and i’m never gonna let go
rugged and rough, boy you think i didn’t know
that my beats is raw and the fidelity is low
i’m so tasteful

[verse 3]
talk so eloquent, always in my element
elephant crush your cerebellum into sediments sideways
catch me in the lab five days
the other two though
i might cool out, or do shows
pseudo-
socio-political raps
never really made things better for my -ss
you wanna make a difference then go into the street
and show love to every last person that you meet
my physique, mad thin
you’ll still need the asprin
you ain’t even a has been
my foot is where your -ss been
wax and tax with the axe of justice
he act like he above this, he wack so f-ck him
i’m too smooth, i knew truth in the womb room
new shoes every 62 moons
my oeuvre puts me in the who’s who of the true school
old school new school you choose who rules
you cool, but your mans an -sshole
don’t make me tie his arms and legs around a flag pole
velcro shoes, but i’m good at tying laces
double knot tongues from two smiling faces
you’ll basically melt when the aces are dealt
i’ll take your brain cell through phases of h-ll
takin a l, it can’t happen
it’s sorta like catching an l.a cab to manhattan
i aim in the mood on stage in the nude
step up to get your rep up
guess what?
you’ll lose
bamboozled and booed
sued like can noodles and soup
in a fued i land fools in a noose
land cruise in the coupe seville with a troop to sil
side step juice for sk!lls and still recoup a mil
i’m super real like a computer with gills
in bermuda i chill with a biddy that’s beautifully built
your girls t-tties like a third world city, grimy and gritty
her cl-tty is the cave of chlamydia
get rid of you so when i chop up the body
“take it home and show it to mommy!”

- edan

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