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letra de the final countdown - izzy reynard

-intro-
misery, misery, misery…
where for art thou misery?
-laughs- how many countdowns are we gonna do, iz?
this gotta be the final one…
that john cena type sh-t…
my time is now…

-verse-
•part 1•
hold up, stop and listen
hear that tick, tick, tick when the clock is tickin’
me against father time is the opposition
when i heard this beat, had to pop the clip in
cause ‘ooo!’, i’m gon’ k!ll this beat
haven’t heard about rey, then you still asleep
cooler than the other side of the pillow sheet
releasing time aftеr time but i’m still og
-woof- i’m with the dawgs, they with thе flaws, them boys is philistines
-woof- when i evolve, they are involved, they’ll get a mill a piece
if he ain’t bumpin’ my raps right now, sharing my sh-t when i can’t fill a seat
he ain’t my dawg, he is a fraud, that boy is billie jean
wait hold up, switching subjects
so um, my b-tch is upset
told her i’d be home eight days ago when i’m done in the stu, but i ain’t finished up yet
last year, put my two weeks in
got sick, during flu season
caught the ‘vid which taught the kid to switch it up right now for two reasons
one! this is a short life, god blessed
me with the gift of foresight
and two! i am not normal, so this right here isn’t a formal
declaration for my execration of any and y’all f-ckin’ expectations
this is the end, won’t say again, countdown on 10 like take that, take that -grunt-
•part 2•
n-ggas think that i be givin’ a sh-t
i’m just tryna get in now like a citizenship
and if i don’t get what i want start pitchin’ a fit
like a change up down the center with the fl!ck of a wrist
when i’m d-ckin’ a b-tch, if i don’t want her no more then i’mma f-ckin’ dish an assist
for the thirsty homies itchin’ to sip, the differences is we stick to the script
rob you of your common sense after hittin’ a l!ck
f-ck your average raps, your habitat
your dad, your pap, the saddest sap
your catching flack, for padding stats
you can’t stay here after that, you have to pack
your ass is whack
said you’re spittin’ acid raps
and that is cap, rey is back to slap, the aftermath
when a lightning crack attacks and zaps a track
luck of the blackest cat
with just a fifth of percentage i’m f-ckin’ rippin’ a sentence
this reynard kid is a menace, he’s f-ckin’ sick and demented
like a day trip to the dentist, he’s tryna rinse and a…

-outro-
aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
look, you gon’ have to chill with all that
shiiit, save that sh-t for the album
let’s run it again

- izzy reynard

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