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letra de jimmy beaming - jimmy e.l.e

[verse 1: jimmy e.l.e]
yeah it’s cl-ssical and masterful the way i mastered flows like m-ssive mastodons creating tracks in snow/
this brash braggadachio will turn you green pistachio, now you’re the luigi to my mario/
you got no stash so you copied the mustachio, you’re coming sloppy while i’m coming with that nasty flow/
you would’ve swore that i stole razzy kazzys’ soul, or stole the thunder out from under maceo/
for him the sax was the integer to make him blow, to me the beats are vinegar and i’m the baking so, da microphone and me, are a, sinister volcanic show o’chemistry/
enabling me to administer burns that’s third degree, my sk!lls infinitely expand like the hands of a tree/
chaotic patterns of geometry are alive in my saliva and inside of me, just like an artery, inspiration is rarely really hard to reach/
like vines that drink sunshine on the brink of divine breach/ i thirst to think through verse and rhyme and treat my speech just like it’s archery/
this dart from my heart exhibits artistry/
and honestly it never really bothered me, who was the hardest on the streets, what bothered me, was who’s the hardest on the beats, who’s tongue exhibits heat, who was a monster and who was a beast/
who made my spirit rise like yeast, and who can land on beats of any project silently, plus land on their feet and yell i got it violently/
who treats the beat like it’s their steer and who’s the cowboy of the year who tells the clowns they can’t get down in here/
so just sit down and have a beer, it’s miller time for you while i write a k!ller rhyme or two, who dropped those thriller lines on you/
their words were zombies in costumes they made them dance on top of tombs, so rest in peace to weak emcees who got consumed

[verse 2: jimmy e.l.e]
when ele get in your system, it’s just so d-mn hot, you’ll hear the track and you won’t want the jam to stop/
not even for a chorus not even for a hook, it’s too complex for some sounds like a d-mn book/
well if you’re that dumb then you can go and get gone
i’m spitting redrum, this ain’t for fred gump/
this is for those with the lyrical abilities, not for my foes who are constantly not feeling me/
i make these worms squirm and call them millipedes, i’m not concerned with germs if they’re not k!lling me/
i dig down and i try to find the kid in me/
jimmy! i found him in my kidneys, really, should’ve known he lived there filtering deliveries
should’ve known he still cared, holding on to chivalry, as if no girl ever blistered thee, part of his heart that still held love as a mystery/
watch it skip a beat/
and i stand out like donald trump with his hands out looking for a handout or a car jump for an amish man’s child,
i got plenty d-mn styles, one for everyone on the face of the earth now/
that’s six billion flows for you sick criminals, see i’ve been pivotal since i was six years old/
you’ve been sick pitiful and critical hating on gold cause you were born to be only charcoal/

[verse 3: jimmy e.l.e]
hold up let it drop, ele won’t let the words stop
verse for verse, word for word, quench your thirst for nouns and verbs/
synonyms and promo hymns for hominoids i’m promising, a paranoid phenomenon, a h0m-nyms co comandante so go andan tell your friends i never miss the mark upon, but i mark the miss, and then she harps all night upon
the nights she used to hop upon, my c-ck but now my c-ck is gone so rock along, as she recollects on sweaty s-x and copper tone, days on the beach and copper thongs/ sway to the beats and rap along as i cr-p upon this microphone you yap along, a word avalanche from avalon/ my sh-t is strong and toxic, leave you catatonic, my words are so bionic, electric and so honest, a hectic flaming comet, the tongue is on some vomit, spewing out the most bomb sh-t/

- jimmy e l e

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