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letra de r.i.c.o remix ft. enock - insanemastermind

{mastermind}
on that meek milly lowkey it’s a drake beat, all bout the bread live for dough like a bake sheet
you couldn’t take heat no way you’d face me, cookie cut rhymes but you late to the tasting
ugh, flow rich as cocaine, don’t take it slow mane
im hot like it’s propane, my b-tch bald need rogaine, get bucks like i’m cobain
boy, never could take it, i’m sick of these statements
i see that you shaken when you get a break in and all that you see is the high schoolers vapin’
ha, you scared of these hooligans, you might show your tool to kids
but the ruling said shoot again you could spend two to ten droolin inside of the newer pen

{enock}
i had to fly down to get this message delivered to you peasants
pleasantries thrown out the window as i’m driving by with a present
pray to god that these obsessions don’t take me i’m going to heaven
you sitting p-ssenger as i’m writing down this unholy blessing
toast to the message no weapon shall prosper against my addressing
so please p-ss the pen and the quill for directing you n-gg-s to h-ll and…
n-gg-s be whining like helen keller on the toilet and messing
filling your vest up with lead please don’t step to the reverend’s blessing

{mastermind}
you never could spit sh-t with energy, you on those beats spitting digiorno
cause you ain’t got no d-mn delivery, you spit soft as dudes after p-rno
you ain’t even inside of my eidetic memory, lost like decaprio every award show
you said you could beat me defeat no retreating but how come i’m standing while you on the floor tho
you naked and b-tching like wh-r-s go, i’m making predictions like horoscopes
i’m baiting these chickens to war bro, you better believe that i’m more pro
f-ck all the bragging im puttin out, i’m boutta be catching that foot in mouth
but i’m still finna spit that i entered your b-tch, cause i’m waiting to see what you’ll do about it

{enock}
im tryna f-ck halle berry and marry but only for profit
i’m stitching up my opponents because they had came back and lost it
caught in the calling, making you nauseous, bleeding and coughing
and asking for pardon while i strike a bargain
with devil i’m arming myself to teeth like i’m rambo exhausted
whatchu doing making real rap like hopsin or playing with arson
i know which i am involved in so please stand up toast for the promise
im married to the game but lost it when i had found out it was heartless
{mastermind}
don’t care if i never hit most sold, just hope i at least hit most pirated
the ice that i’m getting feel so cold, the snow could feel chills when i ride with it
why the f-ck you always lying b-tch, seen you flirt on the web like it’s spider d-ck
but you ain’t know that i was writing sh-t, turning paper to gold like king midas did
got these bars coming at you like tyga did, to that one tranny p-rno star’s irises
got this fire to light up the night a bit, we can camp out and look at the sky and sh-t
contemplate our existence on this world, think about things through our life we did
or we could just stay and get high, just like every other d-mn night we lived

{enock}
f-ck a b-tch up on the weekend i’m tweaking and asking for seasons
and pleading the reason it’s time for your weekend is time to upheave it
cause i’m black as beavus and your back to reeking so chill with the peeking
ah, i see you looking at the nice rhymes of a nice guy with a nice tie
i see you peeking at the last rap i had spit that k!lled your whole pack
so stop with these hoes back tryna blow facts
like a bl-wj-b you ain’t really know that like you know fax so uphold that
put em in the coffee for the profit cause its time to get my bars back

{mastermind}
it’s me with your boy yeah we back again, know what we stand for like acronyms
you tappin out while we tappin in, like we tryna spy on your lack of friends
looking scared like a bad acid trip, tryna find b-tches to slap and sh-t
you think that i’m joking just wait for the choking like you got on stage tryna rap and sh-t
i’m next to gucci like gotti’s tape, i think that y’all should be potty trained
cause the sh-t that you droppin ain’t making a splash i would never agree that we are the same
charlemagne, enock, insane, which two are really the gods in here
which two could really get thoughts from air, wish you could get with the awesome pair

- insanemastermind

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