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letra de 13 - framig

[intro: skit]

[hook: sample]
yeah
are we on the air?
b-tch, sucka
take a deep breath motherf-cker
wild for the night, f-ck being polite

[verse 1]
i’m a metaphor to be reckoned with
h-lla ores where the metal’s gripped
cellar doors where the paint is chipped
could this be the underground?
the path that i must p-ss to grab the wondrous crown
i look in the mirror like “you won this round”
the jungle’s filled with junkies, them humpty dumptys
referred as crack heads, bangers and injustice
blink 3 hunna times if you’re victim of destruction
and you’re blind to the system designed to rip rhythm
in the lines that help you function
illuminati wanna stop the party, pause your song
cause your body to act unfamiliar
nuclear bombs, they want linear psalms
put the pistol in my palms, n0body’s touching my bible
no one is trusted
am i a hypocrite since my sacred book is looking dusty?
her hips swinging to vinyl, my hippocampus flooded
what good is taking the high road
that’s always under construction?

[hook: framig + sample]
smack the magic out a talisman
i dabble in time traveling
some say i’m talented, yeah
my seeds are either kings or queens
will never need a quentin miller to quill for me
are we on the air?
b-tch, sucka with the subpar
take a deep breath motherf-cker
clean as i proceed to freak the scene
cause i’m wild for the night, f-ck being polite

[verse 2]
i didn’t swoop her off her feet, no
you can check the bloopers
busted a couple maneuvers
til she trusted i was far from usual
she spotted a unicorn
the oracle told us the aura’s powerful
and if they’re doubtful, it’s because they walk in uniform
d-mn it’s like that?
i write drafts that crash kites with aphrodite on my lap
born twice, with life i had to double that
first at barnett hospital and then it was the train tracks
i’m concrete crack, step back street dweller
break your mama’s back ’til she limbos better
ecstatic with the gat, i’m too heated no sweater
under global warming weather spitting metal melting embers
wiser icebergs, be warned, i’m reality of your night terrors
i’m bouta birth something amazing like my name’s voletta
my pockets broke so i fill it with imagination
colored pencils to the black holes
banish all the bah humbugs taking up my personal sp-ces

[hook: framig + sample]
i dabble in time traveling
some say i’m talented, yeah
my seeds are either kings or queens
will never need a quentin miller to quill for me
are we on the air?
b-tch, sucka with the subpar
take a deep breath motherf-cker
clean as i proceed to freak the scene
cause i’m wild for the night, f-ck being polite

[verse 3]
tell the federalis, get the f-ck away from ‘round me
this crack’s for everybody, dispatch the epic epidemic
this that episode where edward got me f-cked up
off the jack the ripper, switching pivot
directing missiles at stick figures collecting dust
riveting how trust crumbles into smithereens
but subtle is the screen interrupting what was in between
you and her, you and mother earth
arguing ‘bout what was meant for you in the universe
interviews with the cute laura styles
i’m a force to be reckoned with
second if levers pulled in perpendicular
perplexed is individual at the duo
twin headed fire dragon, been steady spiraling outta control
check your monitor while dialing on the phone
tell my mama, i be back soon, i gotta reach this milestone
i’ma rap ‘til they wrap me in gucci fabric
put my unfinished files on a posthumous album

[outro: skit]

- framig

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