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letra de eclectic proclamation - grant fore

[intro]
what are you doing?! why do you ignore me?!
i don’t like being ignored!
uh, i pull the trigger with my tongue
poom bololololololololoom

[verse 1]
coming up as a youngsta
i was one of the smartest amongst a
slew of fools thinking it was
cool to be a dumb-f-ck
but it wasn’t until i got to high school
that i would succ-mb to
acting up in a rage, actually
acting my d-ck length
went from straight a’s to hardly
p-ssing a grade
from actually reading ahead to
hardly reading a page
it never failed, playing the part up
up-keeping an image diminished my privileged senses
to start, but never finish
i…began a scholar, college career dearly departed
i…became distant, depressed, livid, cold-hearted
to those i held close
my family felt it the most
this is a toast to a side of me that is ghost
arrivederci, auf wiedersehen hussein
you will be missed, not
’bout time, imma go kazakhstani in this b-tch (watch me)
turn something out of nothing, turn innocence
to a witch, like 1696, reds was saying that
whites are the devil

[hook]
yo, i’m a rebel
my poetry’s deep, keep your ear to the beat
i’ll drown your -ss in your sleep, so
i creep, yeah, so i creep
yo, i’m a weirdo
my poetry’s bleak, keep your ear to the street
i’ll skin your -ss in your sleep, i’m
a creep (yup) yo
i don’t belong here

[verse 2]
not a radio-head, but i’m rocking to pablo honey, kid
‘ey! don’t try to hate cause
i gets jiggy with coldplay
muse is my muse, that music i’m
bumping it all day
spit an iron lungie at my aqualung, and
you get iron lung me
sappy and sad, nostalgia ridden yet madly happy
till death do us part, my heart
will this life make me nat t.?
ice cold with a burner
when i learn her, i’m ike turner
this is not for the faint, -ssmilk
dribbling down your taint, murder
i’m no saint, but i’m quaint
poison your head with lead paint
you’re dead when i paint the perfect
painting of something daint, emanc-p-te
how do you like them apples? how do you like them?!
since you bit them motherf-ckers
now you’re considered fallen and rotten
guilt is a trip taken without
fastened shoelaces
catch my drift?
like a man with two strikes violating probation
may seem as though as i’ve said nothing at all
but on the contrary, i’ve said it all
eclectic proclamation

[hook]

[outro]
uh, i pull the trigger with my tongue
poom bololololololololoom
rest in peace old dirty b-st-rd

- grant fore

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