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letra de mental menace - eucarius walker

[verse 1]
i was zero days old when started to realize a revelation
that when i spit my poetry i didn’t need hesitation
climb my ladder to the top until i reached escalation
no women, cars, or money, did not need it, i got a destination
keep pumpin, got no industries hung on to me like aphids
friend told me keep out the rap game, mans be racist
told him i play basketball, i spit cuz im tryna race this
self that i created in my figment, thats senseless and tasteless
dis mans dont give a flyin flip, evil what he embracin
hauntin image a mеnace, play tennis without bracelеts
thinks hes icing on the cake, fondant speciality, cake lid
creates all the ingenious melodies and rhymes, i just say it
flows wit elegance, hes potent, legitament with his cadence
letters steady fallin on the page, and hes rearrangin
got secrets even i dont know, fluidity i guess is sacred
gotta keep creatin the goods, there’s never time for patience
[hook]
i dont know
what i dont control
i dont slow
what i dont know
i dont know
what i dont control
i dont slow
what i dont know

[verse 2
imagination run wild humans turnin into hallograms
rap is art form to subject, guess its all i am
get a rope and choke, simbiotes a bonded man
computer picture-esc body high energy sonograms
steady tickin the clock, tryna flirt with the numbers of charli’s gram
chet wanna move agriculturally like the harvey dam
we raw kings and garlic cloves, dishin out the gnarly pans
gangsta behind my own face mask, but ask how are you ma’am?
tryna stay shotty, get hotty, lobby, with heaves
stay outta the poor, window corduroys come with sleeves
barin the struggle thats instrumental like bees
stickin to honey that slips its way into these
bars, that never starve, runeth dirty like kirby cars
we st-rdy, hittin the birdie, twos or threes, we flippin cards
lard, gets too hard, check a barb, fly to hidden mars
shars, sickened vars, variant, know i’m pickin yalls
[hook]
i dont know
what i dont control
i dont slow
what i dont know
i dont know
what i dont control
i dont slow
what i dont know

[outro]
i flack like a little kid, extracted my act, take it back to the dividends
im craken to live again, stack wit a jack, to react to the bitter end
i flack like a little kid, extracted my act, take it back to the dividends
im craken to live again, stack wit a jack, to react to the bitter end, eh

- eucarius walker

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