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letra de fly - gmb1t & g. winnard

[intro]
heh, grammar doesn’t matter it’s rap music
yeah

[chorus: gmb1t]
i’ma be fly in the makeshift sp-ceship
i’ma get tired while i’m runnin’ like asics
i’ma yell “adam” like god on day six
now you made it big so we gonna switch places
i’ma be fly in the makeshift sp-ceship
i’ma get tired while i’m runnin’ like asics
i’ma yell “adam” like god on day six
now you made it big so we gonna switch places

[verse 1: gmb1t]
man, i’m feelin’ fly like we on sp-ceships
retro j’s with the neon laces
all you count is faces, white no racist
gl-ss of pellegrino with the volume elevated. hated ’cause i ain’t a baller like harlem globetrotter ’round the world
wait a minute no i didn’t but i’m headed for the gold
and i might not get it but i might still
make it like a [?] will go get me a [?] chill oh
oh no okay i’m fly
look up in the air when i’m flying by
all up in your case like a private eye
gmb1t’s gonna flow like a rising tide
oh, wait a minute, i’m a ghost with g
just a fly on the wall like a poster be
not another lame rapper with a flow degree
but your prolly gonna melt standing close to me

[verse 2: g. winnard]
i’m fly like a fly in wallpaper
that shake ’em like salt shakers [?]
makin’ the moves that are shakin’ breakin’ the barrier
makin’ the fake it never unraveling elevating another level
i’m fine. zooming away i had my wings clipped
independently crafting abandoning ship
you’ll never make it, well maybe you got a point
but i’d rather be really real than just regurgitating
and shriveling up like a raisin but that’s the state of the age:
consumerism (man i just got a million views)
border abuse a beautiful noose [?] on an act
while the record breakers are fakin’ their breakin’ and i’m over it
pickin’ apart a couple of pieces
it ain’t a game it’s a system
well i ain’t playing at all
just another loud fly callin’ shots on the wall

[verse 3: gmb1t]
simmer down slightly your ship has deserted you
double down double quarter pounder beef while i’m coming through
’cause i’m callin’ out every dumbin’ down rapper
when their thumb is out looking for a ride when i come around
hop out of the ’99 grand prix
got my whole crew ridin’ with me yeah we lookin’ like a stampede
goin buck wild murderin’ rappers i’m a banshee
separate their own legs now they can’t stand me
now i’m back at harr-ssin’ the patagonia rappers
who act like half of them started channeling mather
instead of actually rapping it’s out of bounds
[?]
cytoplasm drip off the brain wall
’cause i blew their mind with my words and their brainwashed
find ’em in cell straight claiming that they ain’t soft
then they go to speak but they see me and they can’t talk

- gmb1t g winnard

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