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letra de 2:42 a.m. - jay illicit

[verse 1]
when i was six i started rapping and sh-t
added ten and wonder where the f-cking p-ssion had went
that father beat me determined, check the back for the prints
i haven’t slept for days, check the lids, i’m rugged, i stink
this mind pushed to the brink, that hand pushed me away
these scars kept me in sync
work hard and get far away as possible
work ethic super bad, in the morning i’m yawning
rapping before jonah hill could give a c-ck-a-doodle

[verse 2]
kick it with my dogs and they try to call peta on me
f-ck the stale b-tches and the critics who be sleepin’ on me
searchin’ for a white crayon, color me a f-cking zebra
never had the right color for the talk, don’t root for me
so when they went wild, raiding with the latex
chilling all the time, tryna find who to date next
i was inside tryna find where to move next
if the crew ain’t sh-t then consider me crew-less

[verse 3]
so tell me what you know, what you believe in
i can come through like jesus
oh please, it’s the heathens
rapping with no received achievements
swollen lint pockets, stockings colder than the everest
stomach, ribs touching; got us all lookin’ like anemics
that’s why it’s up to me since…
i know i gotta be the one to make my momma proud
despite the sh-t i’ve done
to get them big bucks, wait, isn’t he the little one?
saving the family reunion by creaming when the tape’s done…

[verse 4]
won’t stay stuck like toy soldiers
gifted with a system so mesothelioma
spewing out that hard sh-t, cause a couple caress
alarmed like car alarms, they all awaken from their comas
hotter than cars on street corners
question the supply to these f-ckin’ shot callers
our fusillade raid is the only way you could say
you in your bag now?
head first like happy birthday

“and suck my d-ck! f-gget.”

- jay illicit

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