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letra de omega level - imp (@theuncannyimp)

[verse 1]
to all the opposition eyeing me closely
want my mug on paper, they can’t fold me
i’ve been out in the field i been runnin all day
ain’t a front to complain
kaffo represent, he’s got somethin’ to say:
(i show no restraint, my flow is off the chain)
y’all plateau’s below my plain, if yall don’t scoot from my terrain
i run the 404, broke domains, this my era, y’all brigade
should be the most restraint, you can get inline like rollerblades
sober addicts sn-tch your chain if you wonder outside your lane
imp will take your life, pick the hollows out your brain
your leader’s tired of fighting, whitehead, perionitis
no grace period, took stage and met his grace. period
that ain’t a shot, that’s a jab, much love to my homies
(but) some of you n-ggas out here, dawg, y’all phony
i’ve seen y’all roam the city like remus and romulus
braggin’ like y’all bangin’ lupas in woolen sweaters, it’s obvious
vendettas, i have none ‘cept towards my pops, go to h-ll
segue, ride pts from 12 to avoid jail
rough waters out here, cry ahoy, set sail
i’m leagues ahead my peers while slurred off a nice beer
i’m drunk with with power like big business breweries
y’all rappin’ like you’re new to beats, i sn-tch souls and like “who’s are these?”
you dope? sh-t, you foolin’ me. i alley oop and hoop the beat
you’re jr smith in the finals, dawg, you can’t shoot for sh-t
pardon me, slash your arteries and eat the heart in peace
y’all armories ain’t hard to me, they’re honestly like tar to kief
these n-ggas pleading “nah, ‘could least offer some kind relief”
i said “nah, get split like nas, kelis,” i’m probably
the brightest n-gga in here(/hair), soul glow, i’m off the beat
how nice to plead to no one, flow, bars, type elite
you dumb hard in the recycle bin, get gone, buh-bye delete
no nemeses nor rivalries, the last of a dying breed
i’m omega level
[verse 2]
i’ve been dope since genesis, leagues past what your dreams cast
fight the master system, game geared to get your regime sacked
no console in war, imp does what y’all won’t
you c b-ttons, but i’m the one in control
plus alt, delete, task manage the hordes in mass challenge
east atlanta rap bandit jam mcs into packed caskets
ain’t a panhandler, consume the highest tax brackets
bars gymnastic, like froze patties out the grab bag, i
flip n-ggas off cheap liquor and three spliffers
and eat dinner trays made of rhymesters, fees incur
(gave the cashier 10 dollars and told him to) gimme my change
i’m broke as f-ck, and these new spitters is lame
y’all be talkin’ tough, but your bars not enough
i could say some things that’ll turn all your heroes anonymous
y’all out here supportin’ dudes like they’re gods that walk among us
but i’ve seen […] behind closed doors with n-ggas with swastikas
i ain’t starting nothing, i just find it phenomenal
that y’all espouse some ethics and support trash, often too
but it’s all good, i charge back and forward on, sonic boom
treacherous guile, impish behavior, and i’m powerful
uncanny, astonishing, first class marauder rhyming
excitedly execute exclusionists with precise timing
extradite execs to the exploited, like, what’d you expect?
rap game evil mutant, i x-men off my hit list
y’all forgot i was bad? i dare y’all to come harm me
impending impact, omega level, hardbody

- imp theuncannyimp

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