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letra de surival tactics feat. superi0r - jay remi

[verse 1: jay remi]

i melt wacks like a candle, too hot they can’t handle
leave your cranium dismantled, tear open your five panel
you ain’t on my channel, so, change the frequency
frequently cats claim, they’re wear fly flannel
they fly as planes crashing’, i’d say it’s low fashion
balling like lebron,son, you see the action?
there ain’t ever no distractions, you know i’m gold at rappin’
i don’t need no gold to happen, i flow like boat captains
with the catchiest hooks, leaving rap g*nius shook
counting up some bars with some math g*nius books
lyrical heat hotter than the corner’s degrees
tell the coroner that these, tracks seeming cooked
but they still grilling me, i don’t even feel the heat
c’mon really,g ?, you ain’t feeling me?
the kid with the realest speech, i crawled out of hip-hop’s gap
and now i’m sealing seams, y’all are pretty weak
while i raise the bar p-ssing any limitations
but these kids be hating, i’m still getting payments
so pay me respect and check my innovations
irritated imitations hate my intimidation
just like a school bully giving kids full noogies
see these fools ain’t truly artists, c’mon looky
ball with advance money they’ll never pay back it’s funny
’bout as funny as ugly, honeys who think they’re lovely
you’re indebted give credit, kid
to the ones who write hits, until the mic splits
and at night sits, until the sunrise fits, the image envisioned
the written is a given gift, i really hope you feelin’ it
so i can make a mill, sign a deal, know how having money feel
now i’m broke just keep it real, no gold chains, my flow ain’t
just meant to get me more bling, nah i ain’t want no ring, tone rap
no ringtone rap

[verse 2: superi0r]

let the words flow rhymes will split your cranium, unleash the dv-8
yeah there ain’t no restraining ’em, coming with the flow
to surely sweep you off your feet, i could say some deep sh-t
to shatter your beliefs, get out the suburbs
now we vibing in the streets, it’s a deadly game
people’s goals will just compete, my thoughts are deadly
poison in my brain cells, the world’s so dark
sad, fat, pain, h-ll, i excel let the sick spit
smash some g’s who hiss-fit, blast the beats [?]
i’m writing with a wrist fl!ck
and usually my lyrics have some more depth, but right now i’m making words hurt
like my throat strep yeah,you better watch your two-step
do like wutang said and protect ya’ neck
unh
superior on the flow, i’m just letting you know

- jay remi

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