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letra de 12ollling high - jet thuman

[talking]
wide wide world but as narrow as the coins in your hand
like a tethered goat, so far and no farther

[rapping]
broke as f-ck. don’t got a dollar
k!ll the chicken, choke a duck with a gold-plated collar
metaphorically, the cents i’m making is nada
the devil wears prada while jesus shops at thrift stores
sift wh0r-s from who’ll do a little to a bit more
been sure that i’d tell the saddest truths since gore
all i’m saying keep it real, g
if i’m so dope, how the f-ck do i deal me?
seal team 6 better f-cking come and k!ll me
then i can make the whole country go giddy
fake my death; machiavelli. change my name; j. diddy
marky mark entourage; get my friends to come with me
to advertise my white lies and get the girls to dig me
while i try to dig ’em out. honey smacks her lips, opens mouth;
cereal k!lling. whipping backs like the south
crackerjack boxing bouts
in rings for diamonds, prizes, and likewise the clout
if despised, “bring ’em out, bring ’em out.”
realize: wise guys’ll wanna shout. no doubt, no diggity they pout
but what am i about if not being hated?
been dealing with f-ggots since the first day i skated
boarding saved me twice now i’m getting elevated
hoping talent will suffice on the day i am rated
oh. “has he made it?”
but really who’s to judge if no one’s ever played it?
midi-medicated. hip-hop holistics
listen to discjocks count stocks and statistics
try to hunt money without losing your instincts
feebs think i’m funny when the ship they’re failing in sinks
life is so muddy and the bullsh-t stinks
think i’ll grab a buddy and hold up a brinks truck
since, what? i’m a 21-year-old darkie my life’s been f-cked?
a degree does not equal a job so this been sucked
i’m a community college communist with my chin tucked
under a bandana. occupy to get my d-ck sucked
activity activists actively act upon is actually
whatever bevy of beverlies willing to l!ck the d for free
i am drawing words on a canvas only you can see
writing images, the messages that i release
revive the piece of mind looking for peace
call me reese, cuz b-ttercup, i may be sweet
but soon you’ll be asking, “yo, who made this beat?”
okey-dokey, oakeley makes it hot in these streets
now i just gotta cool off these fans in heat
how? i guess i’ll skeet for miles. “that’s foul.” jk
i’m past wild. smoke a gram of ak and mow wow
and spray every hawaiian island cuz i like the sound of it
pew pew! pow pow!
i’ve been dope since right now, and right now
and right now and quite a while before this
fight me over style and your ego may forfeit
blow the mind off a drunk -ss with four fifths
of my talent. it’s apparent the only thing rappers
and i have in common is we can afford this

- jet thuman

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