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letra de the act - emteaem

i use the fine lines between my eyes
from my nose to my chest homie, i think my rhymes
but i won’t sit here and make these lies
because once i’m done, i’ll drop my paper to my allies
i’ll come up with something a tiny bit better
like i’m sitting in my closet writing up a love letter
because i know you expect only the best of me
my rapping’s like crawling, i won’t stop ’till i smash my knee
but if i lose man, i’ll let it be
i’ll just drink the poison they make from this maple tree
drop a fake act, man i won’t look back
’cause these haters and faders won’t make sh-t, like contact

i’m just gonna’ do what i gotta do
to prevent my act
my head’s gone lose from all this hype, it’s a distract
but i won’t go down, i’ll just keep acting
preforming my lyrics, never quit, keep abstracting
can’t you even see the sh-t that i impact?
guess not, but f-ck it man, welcome to my act

i’ve lived a crazy life thus far from birth
if i become famous, all this non-sense bullsh-t is a worth
if i don’t, i made it all up
because you cowardly haters got me g-ssed up
i’m about to explode on you little b-tches
make the tattoos on your arms turn into blood st-tches
dead, what you be, man i’ll lay your -sses in ditches
my sweat flows so much in depth make it grow, it itches
once i put up my new sh-t, you’ll learn what’s goin’ down
the world is a state, mother f-ckers i run this town
ask me some questions b-tch, i know who’s running around
got aa bag full of sh-t talking, my fists will make a sound
but for now, i’ll let my rhymes settle my conflicts
and i’ll start this chorus before my fingers break and my tongue flips

last verse of me cussing and hustling
f-cking f-gs like the peas and their shuffling
actin’ like they cool when they’re like 42
stop with your stupid sh-t, 90s are over
take you up to mars, hit you with a red rover
’cause i’m the newest sh-t, read a book
i’m on every page b-tch, i’ll make you shook
take my old stuff off, for something you can cook
leave my heart bl–dy and broken, but it’s something you took
haters talk, but never walk, they can l!ck my sack
this is the end, no it’s not. welcome to the act

- emteaem

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