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letra de one take contest v.2 - jarv

[verse]
h-llo, what up, it’s jarv; non-stop bars
you’ll feel a bit invaded when i talk that garb
while i talk a lot of game, i’m really not that smart
i’m c-cked in the whip, can’t park the car
all-star staring as starving artist
start it up and you can star on the back of a milk carton
like jimmy cliff- harder they come, harder they fall
you’re elevating till i make it like a scene in the departed
pardon me, i charge in piece
i mean, i leave em scattered like patterns upon beats
while talk is cheap, i floss that speak
you better know better, compet-tor don’t want beef
tartare, please- i march armies
into battle without a doubt a can spar- jarv; beast
he part thee seas, thee shart feces
easy does it buddy, you run with the wrong team
get cray when the b-ss go boom
everybody in the place put your face on the roof
lacing the groove with a phrase making you say
when he came through he set flame to the booth
never gonna lose
bringing war to mumbling motherf-ckers like sun tzu
stun you when i’m uttering, none above it
i’m leaving you stuttering- tell me, what you’re gonna d, d, d, d, do?
who’s this who spit true sh-t, too sick
dude, you get booted, booed and uprooted, he ruthless
you sit, doofus, zip lip, supid
2-bit, dim-witted, i k!ll it and move quick
too quick for the average kid
i’m packing people in the crowd while you’re packing a crack hit
i mean, you gotta be smoking if you’re thinking you’re dope
i’ll show you how to leave a microphone shattered in fragments
if you don’t wanna get the venom in the vein, evade attack
lab rats better flash that talc-m flag
that’s that, when i’ve had it, i blast and blackout
wack cats better pack your baaags
get back little b-tch, quick fast
giddy up idiot, whip, gallop and dash
i’ve got a theme for fiends, jarvy-supreme will lyrically break bad like malcolm’s dad
you can can talk all bad and boo me
that doesn’t mean jack sh-t to me
who’s he? he’s jarv- groovy r-t-rd
drinking jack with slag–ss groupies
they are haggard, not appealing
nasty b-tches catching feelings
no problem, i am all in
balling on the ceiling
looking down, i book it now, get rowdy when i look at how
the crooked little people get to pushing on the wooden bow
to take it to the limit and to press upon the nerves
but i be living on the precipice, kicking ’em to the curb
an epic illiterate idiot better never be stepping, kid
he finna get whipping, he better bet it won’t benefit
a bit and when he get it in the vision he’ll regret it
he’ll be digging at the retinas, reminiscent of oedipus

- jarv

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