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letra de dope is dead - freezes deyna

[intro]
[cuts by dj skeptic]
think again before you start rapping
these days [?] about nothing anymore

[verse 1]
every time i spit these bars, that sh-t’s so sharp
cloud rappers try to spit it and their lips get carved
their vocal chords get ripped apart, that sh-t is f-cked
and no amount of autotune can fix this up
we got our pistols c-cked, ready to take shots
at any of these vacuous, replaceable fame sl-ts
and fake thugs, they all must be on the same drug
cause they rap as if they had a couple veins in their brains clogged
i’d probably need at least a lotta weed
some booze, some ludes and a f-cking lobotomy
if i wanted my delivery to suck as much ass
as the musical taste of lil’ xan and pump fans
but f-ck them, i don’t believe the hype
especially not if these guys can’t fill two minutes with rhymes
without repeating the same line like 25 times
got nothing to say? then f-cking gimme that mic, yo

[chorus]
lil’ whack-ass clones himself
and now everybody thinks dope is dead
think again and watch out
we’re coming for ya
paragons turn gold into lead
and now everybody thinks dope is dead
think again no doubt
something in this morgue’s still alive, motherf-cker
gonna keep our sh-t diy, motherf-cker

[verse 2]
i’ve never had any trouble to pick my targets
i can always spare a diss for any hitmill garbage
but it pains me to see our inspirations from back in the day
fade – or even worse – go with the grain
f-ck that! what happened to being renegades?
is it advanced age demanding a bigger piece of the cake?
you know they say beggars can’t be choosers
that’s why i’ve never aimed to make a living out of music
and i refuse to do sh-t to get in tune with some two-bit vogue, what’s your f-cking excuse, b-tch?
your sound grew putrid since you got your roots clipped
the force is still there you just forgot how to use it
so yeah, i’ma poke the dead
i rather be hungry than overfed
all i need is fluffy’s, dee’s, skep’s and flow’s respect
if you successfully bend over that’s no success still…

lil’ whack-ass clones himself
and now everybody thinks dope is dead
think again and watch out
we’re coming for ya
paragons turn gold into lead
and now everybody thinks dope is dead
think again no doubt
something in this morgue’s still alive, motherf-cker
gonna keep our sh-t diy, motherf-cker

[bridge]
look at you so keen to ascend
that why you all sound like a means to an end?
i don’t feel your heart pouring in
in fact, i don’t feel a motherf-cking thing

[verse 3]
you think you’re so great?
more like so lame
that’s the kind of rhyme you fools consider ‘okay’
sh-t’s gonna make mani matter dig himself
out of his grave
and this time that burning match f-cking stays in its place
yo, what can i say? 90 percent of the game
is f-cking h0m-phones, they all sound the same
an empty phrase doesn’t gain any weight if you fill it with clichés but as long as it pays, suckers gon’ imitate
that’ just depressing, grow some b-lls, make an effort
stay independent like nofx, f-ck them hollywood records
i’ve had my fill, like we need any more run-of-the-mill
sensitive arty-ass gangsta pop on the shelves, for real

[bridge 2]
no class, no flow, no stoke
motherf-ckers got
contracts, promo but no soul
no class, no flow, no stoke
motherf-ckers got
binding contracts with ass-kissing leeches
a well-oiled machine
but no f-cking soul
let’s bring that dope sh-t the f-ck back

[outro]

- freezes deyna

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