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letra de infinity - epidemic (rapper)

verse 1 – hex one

to infinity’s where we take this matrix, still the pill’ll be make-shift
relate wits with stray clips, mental weap-rny sprays six
them fick pr-cks, on their jelous melons we break bricks
and shake kids so quick, my clique’s developing race kits
for sp-ceships with b-ss hits, drill ’em with basics
dealing with greatness and beat breaks i fill them with paint mix
late late prints daze chicks and then i drill ’em in late fl!cks
that’s if we aggregate chips, and sh-t we will if we make sense (make sense)
we gon’ be fulfilling these statements
plunder under the ground sounds, then conceal ’em in bas-m-nts
k!ll the replacements, leave the realness hidden in snake pits
until you dig ’em and feel ’em as ancient
then my sk!ll’ll be sacred
i’d rather have that than waste it
before the scrilla from ascap defaced it
when styles were just better, and n0body acted wild for this cheddar
we bringing that back now to forever

verse 2 – teknition

from every memory to be treasured
thats given the ability
as a feather to floot the instability of the wheater that rains
and the truth of epitome is a pleasure
that sharpens any guillotine to be severed
i’ve slain, i claim, i suppose incivility can be measured by pain
and happiness is fulfilling me with the nectar i crave
but at that point it be k!lling to the neglect her
and i’m an addict for every simile put together
my brain, it reveals any ent-ty in my sector
and blend the appendages from the images that are stellar in frames
i plug it in like auxiliaries from the heavens
then channel through microphones from infinity ’til forever, i bring
integrity that fits it’s imminent position
becoming one with an intricate collision
in this engie my spirit is the pistons
my soul’s the snare to the hinge of this suspension
that spins on oil, my instrument’s a living
mechanism that performs in indigenous conditions
with little flaws and limitless inventions
intermission’s a primitive intention
i want the srats and ascend through its ascension
and travel far in this infinite dimension
venting to enter into the clouds
i’m recoznizing this feeling and this indifferent smile
think i’mma kick it awhile
there is no ending to this genuine sound
no past or present
just infinite now

- epidemic rapper

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