letra de heaaaard! - generic tha character
i’m back at it, everybody, look at me go
the flow is so k!ller that it should be illegal
word to my people still bumpin’ that neighborhood cd, though
hope you copycats are gettin’ ready for the sequel
i’ma diss the world and never ever am i feelin’ ‘bad
bring it to the booth cuz i’ve had it with the chitter chat
i’m about to clean these city streets with a lil’ pizazz
you gon’ see me turn from black sheep into a brillo pad
oh, they know i’m nice, oh they know i’m flowin’ tight
oh, they know that i go poltergeist when i’m smokin’ mics
oh, they know i’m sippin’ scotch and i want it over ice
so this second round’s on me likе i was obie trice
welcomе back, fanatics, this is everything you wanted from me
rap until i’m out the country, juggling my wads of money
talkin’ to a blondey bear so lovey dovey, but she doesn’t
know that i am off the wall like uh….. humpty dumpty
i’ve got the keys to the city like i’m khaled, boy
step up, i’m never turnin’ down a battle, boy
speak about me and you’ll probably see me mad annoyed
how you talkin’ ‘bout me when i’m leavin’ every track destroyed
i’m makin’ indents, burn you quick as incense
i’m from the woods, so it’s make sense my style is intense
i was pickin’ up sticks and rappin’ while i did that
i never had to push weight, i never had to flip crack
i never had to drink much, i never trusted bottles
i found my happiness while lookin’ forward to tomorrow
i put that on my tombstone, there’s nothing i can do wrong
cuz when i’m feelin’ ‘down, i just go and write a new song
all i need is vocals with kick, snare, and bassline
all i need’s a black haired broad ready to facetime
all i need’s a tv with a super nintendo
cuz i’ve been 1-upin’ ya’ll with what i do with the pencil
i free-hand the flow and turn your crew to a stencil
gimme 3 minutes, then gimme a new instrumental
rhyme scheme so bomb, i go kaboom to the tempo
i’m a hit it kapow, what a rickalous style
(hook)
i’ve got a lil’ spot that i used to go and visit
when i wasn’t feelin’ all that hot like burr
i sat beneath the tree the back of my yard
and then i’d rhyme a whole slew of these words, like word
i got the words, i spit the words
i flip the words, words, and more words
i know the words, i love the words
they all heard, heard, they all heard, heaaaard
hahahaha
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- letra de wicked lilth - ynkeumalice
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- letra de bubblegum? - sonicsoul
- letra de once bitten, twice shy - malena ramonet
- letra de боль (track name) - ser_pal
- letra de eleonora - dvne