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letra de accidental fatalist - jakprogresso

verse 1:

yo, pound of loud xea mold, i’m far in the xenophobes
i’m black on everything, emo show
biggest trippin’ in green ooze fizz
shout outs to all the zygons rockin’ doctor who kits
mad surgeons, smash krillon
cans squirtin’ from black form view, i look like ants workin’
i k!ll new kings, while his guild still move in
swift with lyphium sickles on ill mood swings
chill dude bubble like pills soot in
and jak, how you been? young planet, bro, i’m still coolin’
mold for the bookworms (what?), i’mma kick a hole in the wolfer
i’m s-xy as sellin’ blow to a hooker
used to say yes to drugs and no to the bookers
all new rappers (what?), come with a cellphone and a pusher (why, man?)
it’s all trash, i bathe in it
fatalist, urinatin’ sh-t on a bape and drip
see suicidеs on stage, i pay for it
anti your bars, i cross mars and laser breed
– herе’s a local man, dressed in battle fatigues who declared, “i’ve k!lled a thousand, i’m gonna k!ll a thousand more”. carrying a semi-automatic rifle, and two other weapons, firin’ through windows, hittin’ people in the street

verse 2:

my whole era’s dyin’ off (rest in peace)
we might as well work inside of a steel mill or, dumped the iron off (what?)
camps up inside the lab, i’m meyerhof
i split the iron pour with the earth grazin’ fireball
ritual practice (yeah), i study the higher law
circular cypher salts, sent to your cyber stalk
this hex touched millions
i stop wiccans and the dead love children
i am the rap amulet, the secret pillar
eat words each a pill’s worth
lead teams or machines in builders
all holy eve, tolkien in the study
smokin’ on toby leaves, slow roll, peyote tease
when i’m old p-ssin’, written a note to self
in my deathbed with the tool, fixin’ to go to h-ll
yeah, right curse raps, and birth mad kids
dead body stench came through the door so the first draft’s in
strange fluids drippin’ from the gallon
it’s my style, you gonna have to k!ll me
or rip it from my talons
outro:

we are a violent nation, each year there are one in a quarter million acts of violence, that means each of us, run a one in two hundred chance of being the victim of a violent crime this year, 20 thousand times this year, that crime is murdered, which happens here in america more often than anywhere else, except the k!lling fields of the third world, the most dramatic acts of violence, mass murder, assassination, multiple murder, have become common place, why?

- jakprogresso

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