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letra de verbal combat - ?henom

at the den with the skrilla and the millimeter lead in the pencil
k!llin’ other men with the mental
chillin’ with the best elemental
gettin’ off on another bomb instrumental
and i’m feelin’ gone off the endo
f central
i am spittin’ diet c0ke to the mentos
bout to explode, with a cold
semi-automatic flow, know the code
so i’m goin’ god with the vet smoke
i am ryan sheck when i flex tech decks at my desk
i confess writer’s block is a mess
yellin’ west west till my deathbed
let a young cracka get a fresh breath of a scent to the chest
put a vent to my head, got a pen that is bent to be best
got a sound that’ll bump from ma mouth
whose next to get wrecked
as i pound on my chest like tarzan
i’m the czar of the bars man
young white spitter of a cocaine flow
given no name ’cause they know bro’s unknown
rhythm domain, codename: cold flame flow
goal is to change up the ways of the old
with a fat wrap, like the weed inside
better p-ss that tree ’til you see i’m high
with the tropical sweet
and the bop in the seat
i stay gettin’ buck with my group of guys
green crack boy, from the minnesota scene
with a cannab-tter sl!ckness
spittin’ like i had another dip in
grizzly
twin cities splittin’ at the mississippi river but the split isn’t seen
got a pack full of blacks
sack full of buddha and the hash
gotta love puffin’ on the gr-ss
on the bank
with the drank and dank i think about
piggies turn cities to a friggin’ shark tank
art geek
walkin’ down the street with his smart phone
to his favorite park in the dark he sparks weed
lookin’ like a mix of a fratty hipster
where he sips natty light and his favorite liquor
got a little bit of ox, and a bag of dro
and the bros, rolls blunts or we smokin’ bowls
when the cops try to pop us off, we just walk
then we go and hotbox at the rocks we gone

- henom

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