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letra de eight bar - heiruspecs

[intro: muad ‘dib]
ha ha! (ahh!) h-llo, can you- (yeah!) can you hear- (yeah, yeah!) well… (who’s that?) ahh… (here it comes, here it comes, here it comes)

[toussaint]
mmm, i got soul and blues notes in my throat
got these heads turning like bicycle spokes
the ground jumps up when i land and crush stuff
leave my shoe imprints so deep in the cement, i get my luck stuck
serving mcs like starbucks on a lunch rush
all volume but now, it went hush hush
so now i’m just laxed with a pen and book by the lake
got miles davis – birth of the cool on play

[new mc]
if thе human race had never lost our tails
thе tip of mine would likely be dirty with disease
swinging from trees, she’s bringing the breeze
and i’m having it brought
my favorite hobby if i lobby the thought
caught between a punch clock and a shroom trip
skip the snooze b-tton, this year we making movement
kanserous, interlock

[muad ‘dib]
yes indeed the best believer, abominable snowman of men of freezing
laker players whose ladies stay iced over and blow colder than shiva
the type to bust and burst and leave diamond dust dispersed
giving the winter’s kiss to the lips behind the verse
it’s the tongue slinger wheelman demolition expert
ex-merc black ops specialist in wet work
my cover is that of a mild mannered desk clerk
sketching weapon specs on the etch a sketch under my desk at work
[felix]
i know a couple of cats who rap, a band has got their back
when they land on track, the sh-t gets lit like candles melting wax
in facts, they live in minnesota, breaking out the seams
guaranteed to move a crowd like mexican jumping beans
jeans below waistline and heart below shoulders
i’ll break down a track, i got more theories than mulder
hold her if you got her, but you gotta let her know
that you won’t pay her no attention when you comes to our show

[mesh one]
you’re on your knees like a prostitute and already lost your loot
on taking your clothes, but now, it’s gonna cost your boot
a concept pursuit, you’re staying tight and slaying mics
i’ll wear your thong cuz i took fair recon advocating g-y rights
a day in the life of staying the light, relaying the right, the man of the mic
is me to free your soul, yo, we all paid the price
got you off your rocker like an alcoholic elder
descriptive with the wordplay, developed with my felt tip

[adviser]
phat camp, last day, we’ve come to sign your t-shirt
so you can be a fashion plate but your rhymes will need work
when will they finally learn? don’t mess with o-double-d
j-o-b-s, we take none, sucker free
you stuck in freezing weather with some mineapple cats
and your battle raps sound like you got em from a snapple cap
smacking cats with pleather cuz i’m better than the real thing
and make you l!ck my brake pedal for that nostalgic feeling
[crescent moon]
i got a team of minnesota hip hop fiends
we so nice, we leave a tip for soda pop machines
this track’s a free throw with me and my peoples
didn’t i teach you? don’t bite the d-ck that feeds you
where did he find the rhythm behind the rhythm behind the words?
he was digging in mines, skipping in lines, spitting his rhymes for sure
man, i seen him just the other day, this brother slayed the mic
it was the strangest sight, his name is p.o.s., he gave it life

[p.o.s.]
style cramper, mr. of-course-that-cold-lamper
spit like a fully grown attack of the clones lying camper
pamper beasts before molesting em, l!ck snails before undressing em
promises stressing em
uh, ah, your style’s like eating a tube of go-gurt
it was a bad idea in the first place, when it’s all over, my stomach hurts
it makes you wanna stick my hand in my mouth and pull my stomach out my d-mn throat
it’s absurd cuz inside out, it’s wiggity wiggity wiggity dope!

[midway nomi]
i’m like the prodigal son, product of patience and passionate lungs
brothers been waiting to see what i brung
never kiss a iron hand, it’ll punch you in your face
take your smack back, jack, cuz i’m feeling the bass
i kick mississippi river sh-t, that p-ssy willow hollow tip
spit before you polish it, got knowledge like a college kid
yo, neighborhood, let’s do this for the greater good
i narrate the wooden wood, we going hollywood!
[cecil otter]
i got that strucken flame and i’ll convert it until it’s eternal
it’s a little bit faint but i’ll fill it with fate before it spills into the funeral parlor
i’ll fill it with fate and burn holes in the infernos that i harbor
and i learned the roles of burning coal and turn those tables a little harder
i’m unable to offer softer things, i gotta sing
and chop up the exhausted wings of the b-tterflies lost in my inner linings
now i’ve been here signing blame to the splinters that are in my siding
now the flames are rising with the leftover cinders that you’ve been hiding

[outro: muad ‘dib]
heiruspecs, y’all! (who?) make this boom bap, boom bap, rap sluggo? who that, yo?

- heiruspecs

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