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letra de open fire - hipper

[hook]

open fire, y’all favorite rappers burn
(ah ah)
applaud ’cuz i’m takin’ them to church
(only god can judge me)
i’m ’bout to go ham and my pen is an antenna
connecting bad rappers and shootin’ them afterwards

[verse 1]

every parent please pardon me
but i represent a real part of me
wrap it as present and put it under trees
underwears and b-mblebees
all of my sweet harmonies
carry them like santa did
i’m about to resonate and resurrect every faith
look towards the pesticide and estimate the silence
i investigate in silence
i form alliance with the csi and violence
ain’t no science can defy my defiance
i’m the finest, i wrestle bears and tigers and the lions
when i rap you call the amb-uli-ance
your raps are flower plants and dandelions
around your heads and necks you d-mn hawaiin
i extract you like a smelting iron
i corner a beast with my intelligence
you relevance is irrelevant
i interrogate every peasent who is present and arrogant
open fire got y’all dyin’ for medicine
i’m tying the lands together
y’all cherishing my existence like man of the weather
debating whether i should page ya
i’m a man onn the moon i’m a rager
from cali to atlanta, y’all take the banter
i’m aladdin and bin laden meeting from bombing heaven
(amen)

[hook]

[verse 2]

i’m p-ssin’ a blunt to emily blunt
i’m avoidin’ a pun, once upon a race i won
i’m hazardous you run
i’m a p-ssenger with cameras on my front
with a plastic casket har-ssed like i’m 24/7
every opponent is tappin’
i’m patchin a ratchet for the sake of the rhymin’
what’s perfect? my timin’
perfected the fictive of lyin’
depicted, i’m eating a ramen
with two f-cks given as toppin’
i’m toppin myself with every comment
i’m common on streets like the violence
my stretchmarks are violent
they pilin up dyin’ rappers and babys
these rappers are babys
i give them the rabies
make me go on a hiatus
for the next decade so y’all can catch up
i’m living the life of a paster
the lord is under my thumb
i’m big l and yellin’ i’m biggie and pun
my opponents are none
your heart never pumps
i’m dealin’ with bars and i’m never plumb
only y’all face look like dump
and y’all spit like a toilet
you drop the sh-t i’mma flush it
i rush it
you clean your -ss but you still remain a subject
as unschooled i’m schooling you
scoliosis and carnivals
all upon bonnaroo
who has ever heard of you?
after i murder you
my alliance investigates
you be standing in heaven’s gates
but the bars are hiroshima
i think i need a preacher
(amen)

[bridge]

i can push it to the top of the limit
but when you livin’ with no limits
what is the top of the limit?
(bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet)
i said i can push it to the top of the limit
but when you livin’ with no limits
what is the top of the limit?
(bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet)

[outro]
yeah, i wrote this sh-t in like, 10 minutes

- hipper

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