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letra de dead poets - empathy (aus)

[verse 1]
aye, emp
dead poets
dead poets
dead poets
you a witness (first hand)
to this f-ckin’ vocab that i’m k!lling
guarantee my music give ya honey certain type of feelings
it’s the villain
aimin’, take my shots and then i k!ll ‘em
take ‘em out but not to dinner
bet you’d love it if i did it though (yeah)
won’t pass the ball this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ pick and roll
get the goal
sink a bowl
shawty saying i’m too cold (real?!)
i’m just an old soul floatin’ in cosmos
i rock the mic without a crowd you motherf-ckers no show (hahaha)
it’s the nuisance with the dope flow
boatload of drugs i keep ‘em tucked up in my coat bro
oh no!
don’t let him get back on the mic
he only rappin’ just to spite ‘em
shе like bubbles in her bottlе i like codeine in my sprite
and that’s why you jealous of me couldn’t spit this if you tried
double time what i see can’t even open up my eyes
you just sound exactly like the playlist on ya f-ckin’ spotify (f-ckin’ sh-t)
imma do it better than ya even though i’m fried
(f-ckin’ fried dog, i’m f-ckin’ fried)
it’s too f-ckin’ easy bro
(f-ckin’ fried dog, i’m f-ckin’ fried)
i-i gotta find some other sh-t to do
(f-ckin’ fried)
[interlude 1: outtake from peter weir’s dead poets society]
we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute
we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race
and the human race is filled with passion

[verse 2]
(woo!)
(aye)
i ain’t f-ckin’ around
well, may-maybe a little bit (hahaha)
this that raw sh-t (aye)
biggie f-ckin’ kickin’ in the door sh-t (aye)
raptor on ya ass ‘cause ya rhymes are prehistoric (prehistoric)
i ripped the f-ckin’ page out a history book and tore it (f-ckin’ tore it)
if it ain’t about my legacy that sh-t is f-ckin’ borin’ (f-ckin’ borin’)
abhorrent, b-tches takin’ pictures like they tourists
she askin’ why i rap, i told her “babe that ain’t important” (not important)
because i’ll make some stacks and then i’ll f-ck her on the tour bus
that’s my only goal i care about man, f-ck recording
it’s fickle
kids are blowing up they sound like drake
it’s f-ckin dreadful (shut up)
the fact they bigger than me gets
in my f-ckin’ head dude
so i keep it grinding like the metal
on that 38. special
and stay outta my feelings
like i ain’t got time for dental (no time)
this some sh-t you can ride to
all you b-tches with side dudes
gonna bump this in ya car
fender bender to vibe to (aye)
nah i ain’t gonna fight you
p-ssy c-nts don’t want rhyme feuds (aye)
imma pave my way to stars
you wait for idols to pipe you (aye)
motherf-cker
woo!
sh-t bruh
[interlude 2: outtake from peter weir’s dead poets society]
medicine, law, business, engineering, these are n0ble pursuits
and necessary to sustain life
but poetry, beauty, romance, love
these are what we stay alive for

[verse 3]
dogs are with me, hounds
out the pound, on the down low (down low)
used to smoke an ounce
sit around, and do no’ne bro (nothin’ bro)
that’s just what it was
had to get up off that couch though (couch though)
flip my ls to dubs
put in earplugs for the loud smoke
aye
i could turn ya track into a crown jewel (real)
second i jump on it, now you finally got a crowd ooo (hahaha)
man don’t f-ckin’ blow it like my ex did to like ten dudes (f-ckin’ wh0re)
that’s some sh-t i ain’t mention and bet she f-ckin’ won’t too (nah)
aye
that’s some sick sh-t, i’m just having fun with it
know some homies keep it loading like a game from ‘96
one trick pony, raps are phoney
go make some more f-ckin’ drill
f-ck my homies, staying lonely
they only hit me for pills (for real)
or some weed they know i’m smoking
go find a plug and get off my d-ck
motherf-cker, real sh-t
[outro]
aye
f-ck ‘em

- empathy aus

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