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letra de the mad titan - grafic

[intro]
get the f-ck up!
it’s hicksville’s finest

[verse 1]
evildoer in disguise
fry a b-tch boy like the doctor did the bride
mad mothaf-cka, like i’m one of the titans
if i give into excitement, ending up with indictments
say i’m taking jobs, cuz i have a resolve
the truth is, all i really do is get more involved
saw the greatest applause, i made a couple of calls
white skinned man mad i’m winning, he’ll go bald
i’m so appalled you had the b-lls to doubt me
you had a turn to speak, now allow me
i’ll give the speech of a king coached by lionel
bear grylls rap, i did it out of survival
only doing business if you talking bout ounces
my hounds burn money while i body accountants
you clown car ridin, i’m mollied out so i’m buyin
i’d be lying if i told you i saw you as more than a client
this is just the way things are, no hesitation
no more explanation, i’m blading on temptation
i’m heinous, there’s no debating, the faintest emotion, aching
trust, the way i’m bakin, i haven’t felt in the latest
ahhhh, i could break a jaw with a slide nod
everything is easy when you do it for the wrong cause
looking in the mirror, i’m a bad motherf-cker
villainous enough to lie about a f-cking rubber
[interlude]
grafic? (what the f-ck even is a grafic?) who the f-ck is grafic?
oh, you talking about that bengali kid that thinks he’s a rapper? (that brown little d-cky looking boy? the motherf-cker that fakes his plays?)
man, he ain’t sh-t. (the one that signed a deal and ain’t got no bread to show for it?) wack bars, stupid flow, teenager justin bieber hair, straight a student ass boy
(the one crying on the gram for attention?) mark my words, give it two years and he’s probably gonna k!ll himself

[verse 2]
you could shut the f-ck up!
all you ever talk about is frauds
came a long way from writing verses on my arms
went from getting lucky with an out of town broad
to a local bad blonde, suckin d-ck for white claws
young aristocrat, back at it, a bag addict
i’m baghdadi-in, i hit aladdin with an automatic
so stop capping, you could never touch me with the rapping
i’m on a whole nother level, you barely scr-ping the average
a maverick, got luka and dirk on my fabric
apparent, i do it so my momma live lavish
branded, the island went and left me to die
don’t you know when i’m alone, i’m in position to rise?
if doom is lebron, i’m the rap game zion
pledging my allegiance to the land of the pythons
turn the f-cking lights on, look me in the face
fore the mace in your eyes, surprise, i won the race
i’m an ace, boutta bloom, from locked up in a room
when my time come, couple thousand dollars for a tomb
later rather than soon, ooo, miss me with the gloom
i’m spirited with the moon, my moves confuse fools
so lockjaw your problems, i don’t ever wanna hear em
cuz raf is here with the serum, i pop smoke and mirrors
the truth was never clearer, i know it’s hard to swallow
you not built like me, your fate is fated to follow
[outro]
raf!
(and one more time for the record, suck my d-ck and l!ck my b-lls, b-tch boy)

- grafic

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