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letra de venus - ham sandwich

[intro]
“ayo oddwin!”

[verse 1]
im hotter than venus
stealth bomber, you cannot even see us
and i ain’t stopping ’till i sold out arenas
and everybody recognises the g*nius
i got it out the mud and now i’m the cleanest
cuz i’ve been kicking out the bots like a fetus
i wanted a milli, was talking to rejus
he said i needed to get out of my region
a n-gga leaching on me, told him to beat him
my chopper hunger, you do not wanna feed it
the future generation said i would lead it
don’t try advise me, i do not even need ’em
my life a movie, but you can’t even screen it
they tried to block my shot, you can’t even screen it
i leave ’em leaning, and it’s mission completed
i’m droppin’ bullets ’till the mag is depleted
i’m breakin’ ankles, got ’em back on the defence
i ain’t ever goin’ back to the deep end
i wrote the lines and told ’em read in between them
he said he’d better, ain’t n0body believe him
i pulled a blade, and then i chop and i cleave him
we talk in code, i see a bug a delete him
my n-ggas movin’ from the am to pm
a couple homies from the pent, tryna free ’em
a couple tapestries, a boy gotta weave ’em
i wasn’t trippin’ but i dealt with my demons
(too many hoes!)too many hoes, please get off of my p-n-s
(too many woes!)too many woes, someone pass me a clean
(too many foes!)there’s to many foes, been disturbin’ the peace
so i keep the foal, like i’m general grievous
i’m like exodia with several pieces
i bring the homies up for no other reason
except too see my circle money increasin’
but cut ’em off if they was practicin’ treason, boy
[verse 2]
(hold on, hold on)
i gotta slow down
passin’ the bread, i got money to go ’round
young n-gga came out the loo in the motown
back in them days i was stupid, i know now
she at my line for a play and i’m so down
d-ck hittin’ deep, might be knocking her soul out
sittin’ in seats, they would tell you, “we’re sold out”
hittin’ the stood for the heat when it’s cold out
droppin’ it weekly, i do all the rollout
talk on the net, when i meet him, he fold out
ain’t talkin’ money, we getting him thrown out
walk at the royals, i sit on the throne now
got my eyes on the throne, so they eye on the throne
but i know to be worried of one of my own
they’ve been stuck in a place where i’ve actually grown
tryna teach me some sh-t that i’ve actually known
i was sittin’ him down, put his ass on the floor
boy, i came from the block where the grass doesn’t grow
so they know what i mean when i say that they grasses was green
had to huddle together to act as a heater
now in various weather, i’m packing a heater
i was back of the bus, had my ass on the bleachers
now i’m stackin’ it up and they askin’ for features
that sh-t crackin’ me up
n-ggas lacking procedures
n-ggas wish they were hot, but they lacking the fever
and i ain’t really here to be actin’ for speakers
you tell ’em to do it, they talk about it
you tell ’em to step and they walk around it
i feel like i’m moses, stepped off a mountain
truth is rarely spoken and its often doubted
[outro, j. robert oppenheimer]
“we knew the world would not be the same
few people laughed, few people cried
most people were silent
i remembered the line from the hindu scripture, the bhagavad-gita
vishnu is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty and to impress him he takes on his multi-armed form and says
“now i am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”
i suppose we all thought that, one way or another.”

- ham sandwich

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