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letra de deranged - emce damage

[chorus: emce damage]
spit sick, you can tell how i bang
kick it wicked with a little bit of strange
fit it to ya how you want it when i won it
because (we must be, must be so deranged)
it’s so insane, keep it real, we gon’ speak our pain
i’ma put it to your brain and end
(must be, must be, must be so deranged)
we don’t even spit the same
keep it real, stay on my lane
we comin’ through and we bringin’ that flame
(because we must be, must be so deranged)
b-tch, this isn’t for fame
it’s nothing we wanted to claim
we spit this because (we must be, must be, must be so deranged)

[verse 1: emce damage]
you can never [?] to kill ’em with the rhythm
gimme the mic and i’ma finish it and see how i’m livin’
when i spittin’ it and really gettin in it with the emphasis
smokin’ the way i’m in and i wish i been never different
when i’m finna gun her, then again i spit it like i’m makaveli
everybody actin’ silly like they had a party
and when i be spittin’ it from the kill to bring motherf-ckers know i don’t maybe even (after sayin’ sorry?)
ready for the army, sever the head of any enemy, heavenly, see you better be ready for me
cause when i be bustin’, you better remember me
i speak candid (carnage?) and homie you really bore me, you’re corny
i don’t think that your rap skills will get any better than better
you ain’t a compet-tor, i’m about to be ahead of ’em
trying everybody and makin’ sure they ain’t gon’ end up

[verse 2: hurricane]
psychological warfare, givin’ the n-gg-s a blood bath
take off 15 with slug slash
(phone gl-ss?) and car crash, i’m a regular n-gg- that’s gon’ wreck ya in a second, kickin’ your -ss
hittin’ in the [?]
speakin’ the hippopotamus
stronger than ever, (nauseous?)
for the f-cker, you won’t last
sick of (siding?), it’s tellin’ beside of these
probably your f-ckin option for the girls that beside me
for the subway, probably hit it with gun play
such a glum day for thinkin’ they say ka
gettin’ drugged and the motherf-ckers aren’t (aaa?)
brainsick and n-gg- were off the terrain, when i don’t play
then (what tombed is?), cause we be ready to kill ’em
deranged monodies, then wanted to be my victim
i can spit on that (amid what was devil wise?) frowns upside down and legally induce colliteral

[verse 3: splytsecond]
we be livin’ it wicked it all, never matter what the fam is
i’ma plan it and aim it, it’s dedicated to the denim
grenade in my hand, its thangs is supposed to make you fakers all heinous and fameless
givin’ long minute to you when i aim it
trap the motor crackin’ and poppin’, these all b-tches to end all the flamin’
it’s comin’ at us, just dreamin’ that that is finger with (ingot?)
emce damage, hurricane, (spit cocaine?)
missin’ flames, be insane
sicker lanes, split the game, swish
hittin’ ’em all up before i’ma make the play and gotta (nip?) it to the cast of the pursue
just so the gods are all holy, quicker to the middle
thunder prayed the father, found no literal escape
when i’m booking and hate everything
how to play it to love for later prize
(finish him)
wanted to live it and battle mo’
flippin’ the trigger, whippin’ ’em all, the fractions of a fight or no
got up on the track just to see if we were comparable
and if you set me, you, hurricane, it puts us colliteral

- emce damage

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