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letra de freshman-sanctuary - jay anfernee

[intro: dialogue from ‘scarface’] y’all a bunch of f-cking -ssh0l-s
y’know why?
you don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
you need people like me
you need people like me so you can point your f-cking fingers and say “that’s the bad guy.”

[verse 1: jay anfernee] feeling like an agitated anaconda slithering through the gr-ss wishing it’s marijuana. man, i just wanna get away from all this closet drama. the adams’ baby mammas who don’t know which madonna to use for their daily persona
that’s why my appearance is unkempt, so the hypocrisy and backlash would make me content. later down, they would ride a d-ck non-stop
and i would sit up and spit on their face with contempt.
all these new faces, i’m exempt from wooing acquaintances so your place is not around my turf. depressed and possessed with aggressive
demons to help me convalesce due to transgressions of this earth
so we are not the same, i am a partial sensible paradox trying his best to marshal wits and forces to extricate the core seeds from the f-ckery³ mixed with o2
we jacking bandwagons. you got shotgun, i got the lyrical milli. come on, let’s get sh-t done. we bury them six feet deep in the dark grave of shame, back the same way they came
around you people, i’m a generation x product. to the small minds, that’s a dino rex. conducted power surge lyrically converted by the power supply rejected. expect it would be a shame if i downgraded to one faded by the brainwashing tactics you y’s use. not fused but attuned to the useless logic, never expect me to respect it
hard like a diamond, born in the rubble. but if you really look, you might just find me in it. surmising that my urge in surgical strikes may deem my k!ll streak indefinite, your death is deficient

[hook: clips taken from ‘the godfather’ and ‘the godfather 2’, scratches included]
black.and.grey. six minutes, you’re on. (on)
an-anferneety and beyond. (-ferneety and beyond)
you’re on!
michael: it’s not personal, sonny. it’s strictly business
frank: jesus chwist, mike. jesus chwist. let’s hit them all. let’s hit them all now, while we got the muscle!
michael: it’s not personal, sonny. it’s strictly business

[verse 2: jay anfernee] now i’m nine times two, they asking who i’ma vote for. the man for the job, or the one who sugar-coats more
the same primary colors damaged neighborly love, i would be taking daily naps on the curb before
so let me be next to say “f-ck politics”. that’s my grat-tude, an att-tude of an influenced teen they’re determined to keep locked in the sticks. pleasure to savor the repression of certain ticks
the l1cks that i received actually made me relieved. believe, a change of personality was conceived. a fresh kid learning different knots on the ropes, how to tighten that sh-t so n-ggas can’t breathe
how many kings scared to kick it with death but claim that they “live forever”? shook ones, they fear to sever whomever wishes to witness a nether student tether imprudent nuisances for their pleasure

[outro: dialogue from ‘scarface’ (and ‘the godfather’)] so say good night to the bad guy! go on
the last time you’re gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you
go on
make way for the bad guy. (it’s strictly business.)

- jay anfernee

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