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letra de you wanted this - james daley

[verse 1: james daley]
you wanted me to do this
the devil at the gate and she ain’t ready for anubis
no i’m not a buddhist, bringing pain to millions and billions
i hope you know resilience is foolish
trilobite the ocean deep in deceit
and a violent night is what you’ll meet when your feet
touch the waters height, and that’s a tease from the beast
when he’s called to write but atleast he will feast till the dawn of light
and that’s a fact though
so don’t question all my rap flows
yes, i am an assh0l-
you don’t want this ammo
i am just a paradox
soon to be an aussie castro when grass grows and glass glows
and that goes for any other motherf-cker tryna take my throne

[hook: jinks] (x2)
boy why would i wanna ride around with all that bullsh-t? uhhha
godd-mn, got me thinking “man there’s some fools here”, uhhha

[verse 2: mythic]
my flow when i rap like a locust attack, take over the map, i swarm on the page
dope on a track, no moment to crack, no blows from the back, i war on the stage
bedroom to big league, first gear to fifth speed
train your track or get rolled by my sixteens
not gonna mislead, all i do is spit heat
if you’re ever coming up short, gonna miss me
enter the dragon, i breathe those flames
i be going to the top and i don’t need no breaks
pen gonna snap when they see my gains
if you’re looking for a headline, read my name
see my face all over the shop doors
you’ll get mad just knowing it’s not yours
see my place, i’m living it top floor
hakuna matata deliver the top score

[hook: jinks] (x2)
boy why would i wanna ride around with all that bullsh-t? uhhha
godd-mn, got me thinking “man there’s some fools here”, uhhha

[verse 3: jinks]
oi, don’t you try to tell me to be patient, i been waiting for this
my cup is half full but i didn’t pay for sh-t, man
cause why would i wanna when this life
got me high up on it wanna live right
nah, i don’t ever wanna snip ties but-
if it comes to it, know that i’m doing this because i’m loving it, ugh
don’t give a sh-t what they say about that, i’m still running it up
yuh, i run it up like the road runner
just by being myself, that is something you won’t ever know, brother
i think it’s time you break-fast, so get up and go, brother
you don’t know nothing, nah
i don’t f-ck with your weak sh-t
watch it crumble like wheatabix
only thing i’ve spun is your features
they know i’m a+ but don’t even c this
probably cause they know that one day man i’ma b king

[hook: jinks] (x2)
boy why would i wanna ride around with all that bullsh-t? uhhha
godd-mn, got me thinking “man there’s some fools here”, uhhha

[verse 4: rhythmatic]
lyric called said “could i at least get a feature?”
i ain’t taking the throne but just a piece of the seat
when the rhythm in zone, see, i ain’t easy to reach
but just pick up the phone and dial three triple zeros
cause you’ll need a fire fighter for the flames i’ll throw
police man for the bars when they taking you home
ambos on the road an emergency, a merged mc
with rhythm and lyr1c, we only go for the throat
see i’m picking apart all the patterns i’m pushing to post
prove to my patrons my passions got positive pros
packing my payments performing at bars and pubs
so i can pretend to put my pay on pocketing prada and phones
took a little break but i came back with a bang
ghosted so many pros, when my phone broke: it was a miracle that it rang
so i just grabbed it and rang
mad shoutout to lyr1c cause i’m back in the game

[verse 5: mistery]
what’s shaking, bacon? bet legs and arms
not one nose knows about this guest of ours
freshest rot, stressed a lot, hot one, settle for pessimist thoughts
not one nose can contest the spot
yahoo, words out the wazoo like a lexicon
six six six, trip hexagon
chat it up with varg and confess my thoughts
same words flatten your bars like compressing rods
don’t act surprised, sick of this f-cking verse
you must’ve heard this motherf-ckers verse
in front and first, struggling, feel the muscle burst
hershey bubbling, stir, pouring till the stomach hurts
you’re in for a wild ride, growing like a couple sprouts
no one’s seen the worst, like trojans in a steed of fir
be dispersed and doused with incompleted burns

- james daley

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