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letra de alien sex - hyperaptive

alien s-x

verse 1:

it’s the sickest force-in-the-game
psychopathic, warped-in-the-brain
don’t belong on this planet, shouldn’t walk-the-terrain
since a younger i was awkward-and-strange
my thoughts-are-deranged
trying to conform and be normal’s just torturous-pain
either i’m a f-cking alien’s abortion-that-came
down from the sky, landed on earth, morphed-and-attained
human attributes, or my dad’s corpse-was-a-plain
lie to hide an abduction my mum was forced-to-retain
we ain’t the same-breed
motherf-cker you could train-three
million years in a row and you still wouldn’t be in the same league
i regularly boost my brain-speed
chewing a mains-lead
til my temple vains-bleed!
stunning the hardest rap-fanatics
with my rhyming acrobatics
make the sickest emcee need to rethink his rap-schematics
a syko who acts-erratic
spitting vats-of-acid
play my albums back-to-back-it’s
like a legend just stepped in the room and spat-the-cl-ssics…

hook 1:

i’m hot as subterranean-depths
if you ain’t feeling me you need your f-cking craniums-checked
feeling like iorn man, rolling with t-tanium-pecs
untouchable, b-tch i’m the product of alien-s-x!

verse 2:

cold-as-ice
when i hold-the-mics
every piece of gold-i-write’s
as lethal as 10 king cobra-bites
a poltergeist
when the flow-recites
can’t touch this, you’d have better luck cutting diamonds with dolomites
i’ll go-for-nights
writing so-precise
like when surgeons go-to-slice
making these other rappers look overpriced
couldn’t even be my prototypes
i’ll merc off the entire industry with a keyboard as my sole-device
this is magical-sh-t
got the flow to make your girl touch her v-g-n-l-lips!
make a paraplegic start bussing radical-flips!
and make the sourest haters act like fanatical-chicks!
guess it’s the nature-of-the-beast
got the flavour-of-elites
and i don’t need, no one to cater-for-the-beats
couldn’t give a f-ck if majors-wanna-reach
long as i’m paying rent and still got paper-for-the-beach
some of you make me crease
bragging on tracks you have-in-the-charts
then only ever last
as long as an average-fart!
from the start
i was spitting with a mavericks-heart
if it ain’t pushing boundaries it’s not an adequate-task
that’s why my sh-t’s the cream-of-the-crop
hear the p-ssion in my bars when i’m reeling-them-off
this is hip-hop
ain’t tryna be dealing-in-pop
and when i’m not, breathing is when the scheming-will-stop…

hook 2:

i’m lethal as radium-gets
talking like your f-cking sick but i ain’t vaguely-impressed
hating cause i’ve got the bars to make your lady-undress
untouchable, b-tch i’m the product of alien-s-x!

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