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letra de eachday - jackaltheblackal

[instrumental used from knxwledge]

[verse 1]
jackal back to writing hooks the mike been
fighting with hands, get gripped, we tryna’ find some rhymes in books
my rhymes past margins capture, captains of raps and rhymes that i cook, enticing
idols around with hook sentences colder than senses in the winter
weather with my hands buried inside of pockets with nerves that are shook
since birdie, i’ve been on it dirty tracks of talking on
rhythm, written like nas he p-ssin’ on that elevator i’m
taking up to that top, top of my dome not missing a single letter or
syllable, and i can’t record in a booth but in a living room
still i’m living for i see earl, my throat hurt, my hair curlier but i’d
never grow out my sweatshirt with my afro out and hair denser and
double decker of lines pushed out with trouble meant on my mind look out
with tyler met i’d be signed and the fire set redefine slappers and
bangers back on nine-to-five when blackal back-to-back bodies beats that
put on loop the wiser guy the wipe on eyes those tears and sweat
here i bet i get no regretting on bars i swept off my page
kept off the saves i state this sh-t right now like abdul kay
and spitting like a cap or spray and feeding bars i p-ss the plate i’m
seeing far past badder days of worries stranded trapped in mazes
only things that trapped now is my vocabulary wrapped around my
head, that stays between those creases of my brain it’s hunting season
yes lord, thank god, i’m packed with knowledge up to to be
seeing up brighter days i’m seated on a bench, i’m clenching while i’m
beating beats to black and blue my name st–zy no capitals

[verse 2]
we gon’ be
beating beats to black and blue like mr st–z he capital we
mcenroe this microphone my cap and fro the grabbing show
no grabs or fights but grab the mic no sweet as bursts or haribos don’t
have it thrown across the throne unless on to me that throne for
me for k!lling sh-t now show the red carpet, started on this
sh-t and i’ll be there like in a minute, even when gone in a
minute, i be on but i ain’t tripping, when i see god but not a
clinic sick sh-t rapped clean, y’all gotta grab yo vaccine, be
fore y’all tripping without strapped and get knocked off the raps and whacked
clean, ain’t a backpack rapper yet but still a backpack
teen, so i sn-tch back the amps but not me when i was -ss backwards
you b-st-rds i’m back-to-back on, in a f-cking war i’m coming after

- jackaltheblackal

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