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letra de wushu style - emptysev

[intro]
today your wushu become history
fine!! then have it your way
you’ll lose

[verse 1: seven empty]
every man for they self ah?
that’s what they say
got you caught up in the face
just gonna last till end the day
too stubborn to recognize we all the same particle
i’m part the god you working for
no yeezy on the hover board, i’m glidin on my jiggy sh-t
b-tterfly kickin man
i’m rapping like jet li with it
but i don’t know sh-t though
my mind, body, soul just move in sync
like they’ve been here before
hitting targets with my eyelids closed
dreaming with my eyes peeled
no thoughts without feel
they tryna’ find peace but they gotta luck
ah, you can call me el dorado
the seven fills the empty like the water to the bottle
i’m salutin’ all my vatos
orgullo mexicano, nunca me de [?]
[?] from all the bullsh-t we can use some equality
[?] soft man, getting treated like the royalty
i’ve been lying if i said that i wasn’t aming for some currency
ah, but you can bury me like enemies
seven feet deep motherf-cker
there’s no end to me
spirit your rebirth
that’ve been growing for eternity
so hang on you like hang on you like rosaries
even if you don’t f-ck with me

-hey let’s not complicate this fight
if there are any other challengers, bring them up-

[verse 2: masta peace]
defense is offense, ninjitsu moves dude
what’s the last option
the style is wushu
prepare the coffins you food
fast like mushu
masta peace guessing chop and
syllabus often
no concoctions make up
for you like a discipline
living where you fight
to create nice dividends
firm stance like trees
with the wind how i bend
wack mcs miss me hear my leaves rustling
iron sharp as iron
roll with the punches
pain is resistance
dwell in its abundance
iron sharp as iron
roll with the punches
pain is resistance
dwell in its abundance
lyrical black felt
never train with dumbbells
i’ve conquered anything because i mastered myself
the mic melts and hype’s felt
when it’s dealt
if you ain’t fit to survival you’ll be dead by twelve
pictures painted bu puncher is felt
physically, honestly, expressing yourself
to the degree
to the battle with an enemy
is the masterpiece
check what the master teach on the m.i.c

[outro]
-you’re alright?
fine!!!
yeah, i bet you are-

- emptysev

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