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letra de if u aint - jesse b dawg

[verse 1]
the movement is clear n that’s super sincere
i been super abusin’ these beats and loopers for years
bout time a dawg get a bone n step into the zone
i crept alone and created a cataclysmic flow
the picture i approach is vivid
inhibitin’ visuals
i spat s-d-stic so the ritual
continues growth
i’m seein’ sh-t again visions of my life ova’
this sh-t is hyped like a nutty blacklight posta’
i smash white yola pearly on the mirror piece
then gab like a white yoda nonstop till ur ears bleed
they fear me and movement so they shut me down
i don’t need no local shows dawg look at me now
f-ck that poppy rap im rocken’ hockey masks
n poppen’ gats at copy cats that puppy guard the goal with sloppy tracks
my words are precious when messed with you grant your death wish
i’m blessed with a message
there ain’t no stressen’ i’ll protect it

[verse 2]
back to usin’ hallucinogens and proven that a living room and a few humans can create a movement
imma gifted m-th-f-cka with a psychos mind
i roll shifty m-th-f-ckas that don’t like yo kind
i seen the eye in the pyramid it was callen’ me
f-ck em all honestly
everybody bothers me
iller mind wit a k!ller rhyme during dinner time
i got the mind of michael jordan in 89′
still grinden’ n ridin’ on top of lightnin’
i’m the flight plan that got you higher than them other kites man
i’m nice man
solo cup crushed ice, man
didn’t mama tell u to watch out for the white man
villain that marks a lot
person who scribbled
in a million pavilions
and is k!llin all of the parken’ lots
i’m far from lost but even further from found
i’ll make the world jump around to the sound of the underground

[verse 3]
half oz was prime but now i’m sporten’ jordans’ 45
i’m sorta like the sword and mic that f-cken fortifies
i’m back recordin’ live the champ’ll make ya more than high
i’m bonafide, your mortified
now f-cken close your eyes
f-ck the mainstream and all the p-ssy rappers in it
my mama taught me not to move until my plates finished
yall bring a lame scrimmage, no sk!ll involved at all
i dominate the game n slam dunk the f-cken ball
if i could alter time id grow up to be walter white
id alter ice and multiply my dollar signs a thousand times
id hold your head for ransom in a black box
n go live on facebook cookin’ crack rocks
instead, my time spent craften’ the divine sh-t
masteren’ my raps n playen’ back the live n hype clips
yeah, n if you ever said i couldn’t do it
i hope you’re sitting their all salty feeling h-lla stupid

- jesse b dawg

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