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letra de jester (remix of pound cake by drake) - jesterflows

[verse 1]
nothing silly in thoughts of common opinions
popularity fosters profits of millions
so i’m an alien, and f-ck being a chameleon
9 milli to the ceiling, the direction of my militant civic civilian action
p-ssionate lyricist
bashing establishments
leaders, this sh-t is serious
stripping the grip from the fingertips of the pyramid
appearing the inferior, but peer of the interior
yeah, the inner circle’s full of squares
pi square of its radius ain’t the area i share
i’ll share with you my alias, and say this: be prepared
be aware about my whereabouts
i’m here to diss a peer
not disappear into the aether
i mean whisper in your ear
so just hear
i spit a spear to pierce a spirit
i am vicious and ambitious, i’ll maliciously impair
and observe you in the rearview
not as near as you appear
shift gears, first reverse the verses here
and take it back a minute to the second when i steered
my headlights glaring h-lla bright
i’m coming at you dear
in a rare moment of clarity
you feared for your career

[verse 2]
let’s dig some plots
not to rob
bust out my loo, pay with the sh-t i drop
for food and liquor, spill the pop
my sk!ll, it’s hot
i grill your chops
in jest, i feed you food for thought
you’re losing stock
your noodle’s top ramen when you’re rhyming
with no hot sauce
that don’t hit the spot
the pain of plating plain penne
if cash rules everything, i’m deaf to what the cents say
your auditory sense ate the essence of my sensei
serve a deep dish on a petri
your utensil is a lens
taste
wait
i’m not the chef within the palace
my palate’s got an appet-te for accolades and status
so i aggravate the cl-ssics and decapitate the m-sses
pull your heads out of your -sses
past the masquerade
now face the facts
guess i’m an -sshole
i’mma wreck them
to sanitize their sanity
this sh-t is disinfection
not p-ssed at imperfection, but the monarchy’s direction
all you kings of the mic, i’m stirring up an insurrection

[verse 3]
call yourself the rap amb-ssador
your chair ain’t where the heir is sittin’
buried on your record
courtside seat and throne comparison
the only one in your deck, ain’t i familiar?
i’m reaching for the king, don’t you recognize the media?
or meteor, i’m shooting stars
supernova coup de grace
skyjacking your air traffic
maneuvered in your fuselage
piloting your private jet
i’m pirating with pyrotechnics
following the royal model
firebombing from the top
yeah
so run for covers like you tend to
you covet instrumentals ’cause your beats are detrimental
hop on a sing along and turn the tallest king to p-wn
reigning crown ain’t safe and sound
no gravity won’t break the fall
uh, i’m aiming high by jabbing lows
who can measure ‘gainst my edges but the ruler of the coasts?
i can juggle under pressure as an undermining gesture
i’m treacherous to the majestic
the pleasure of playing the jester
yes sir
i ain’t coming for the k!ll
you can keep both of your legs
i’ll be jumping on my stilts
push myself up on my bars
raise the stakes, that’s how i pull up
like a stickup, hands will hol’ up
keep your d up when i show up

- jesterflows

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