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letra de fine - jarv

umm, hey, h-llo, hi, how ya’ doing? i’m fine
with a stomach full of alcohol and nothing on my mind
i’m just another slime ball, shout out to my family
i’m jumping on the rhyme like i’m bouncing on a trampoline
i’m amped to be so much bigger than i expected
i may not be sh-t- still the biggest in my section
i’m flexing- yes, i guess i never learn my lesson
if you didn’t dig my last sh-t, you’ll have to catch my next sh-t
i beckon to the moon, i mean i’m howling- i’m clever
i’ll tell you that you’re whack like simon cowell or whatever
don’t play me like a joker, bloke- i ain’t your freaking jester
i’m keeping these ladies l!cking their lips like heath ledger
speaking metaphorically, the heat-seeking majority
still could never compete with me- i beat each of them mortally
i sorta see myself as something y’all could never fluff with
rip it off the cuff and it’s spontaneous combustion
but this one here is written, some of all y’all don’t know the difference
far too busy speaking to even begin to listen
i p-ssed in the pot while kicking the h-rnets’ nest
if you don’t get this, ya’ get left- yes, yes
test, test, one, two- honey, who flung sh-t?
i burnt son once, you never heard son since
put trust in the functions, if a punk talk sl!ck
i crush him like six tons of cinderblock bricks
pick a side, any side’s fine with me
i devise these rhymes and i rhyme for me
and i’ll recite these rhymes over this beat i made
‘cause while your digging in your booty, i’ll be digging through the crates
while they say my style is old school, i say my style is cl-ssic
i also say your whole contrived style’s completely trash, kid
i smash with the force of a he-rs- against a person
and it only gets worse- can you imagine? for sure ‘cause yo-
this ain’t the first time this jerk burst berserk rhymes
i blurt lines that cure swine and ensure guys get hurt spines
if you’re trying to merge mine with yours, i can sure find
that your time is well-wasted, i lace tales with pure grime

i’m fine
yeah, i’m feeling pretty good today
i said i’m fine
yes, i’m feeling f-cking decent
i’m fine
i’m feeling pretty good today
i said i’m fine
yes, i’m feeling f-cking decent, listen

can you handle this man slamming his stamp on a beat
eager to do damage, ransack and then trample you?
i separate a sandwich into cold cuts
i’ll never let a man tell me what i can and can’t put in my sampler
i cancel a chancellor, -ssuming a stance above
high ranking officials ‘fore they even understand what’s up
hands go up for the black sheep lacking in sleep
listening to records like my sister heather watches vanderpumps
f-ck
that
bull
sh-t
i
can’t
watch
that
sh-t
h-ll no
i’m just tryina get nahte the f-ck up off his cell phone
i’m just tryina quit being a hypocrite but h-ll knows
evil goes, “ding” as if it’s me for whom the bell tolls
i felt so good until reality snapped
fact; underground rappers have a salary cap
uhhhh, i should probably go and like, get a real job
i should probably go to college, i should probably stop
but this the only thing that i like
i put my time into the beat, i put these rhymes in the mic
i put the crowd in a frenzy, i put the key in the lock
i put my heart and soul into leaving mcs in a box
look at me- lock it up
got a lot of props, but it’s not enough
watch the way i rock, a flop mc will get his nozzle shut
spouting all that drivel, i dribble and drop schemes
that’ll leave a weak mc busted and split at the seams
spit it? indeed, yes, i do
it seems that i’ve grew grown
i bruise bones of you clones who’ve misused and threw stones
i’m easily through competing with you
and so a purgatory deep within the beat’ll be your new home
you know nothing of j a r v
what i’m lacking in the funding, i make up for with the bars
please sit your b-tch–ss down before i make liquid
of your beats and your rhymes and your entire existence

but i’m fine
i’m feeling pretty good today
i said i’m fine
yes, i’m feeling f-cking decent, bro
i’m fine
i’m feeling pretty good today
i said i’m fine
yes, i’m feeling f-cking decent, baby

- jarv

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