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letra de m-64 - joey patches

yo
yo, that beat’s giving me life
alright

yo, i’ll sic medusa on ya producer, kidnap all of your bass tracks
paint it black, rolling stones of fiction then i blaze facts
a hot dish best served cold on gold placemats
i’ll leave ya shook like racists lookin up their dna stats

been known to intoxicate the crowd before the drink is done
hacked the mainframe in zelda, copped link a gun
g*nius on the brink of dumb, cheers clink the rum, weak
mcs stay in your lane like whips with no blinkers runnin
or try and think of somethin’ different, quit sniffin, told ya
nine times, focus smell the roses, not the white lines
so go ask alice, ask ashley like amanda bynes
fashioning rhymes to final answers, no lifeline

gettin fresh baked bout to call my crew nabisco, when
we order seven breakfasts just to count the monte cristos
we rilin’ up the dancers, cause a panic at the disco, head
west quick though, and grab some hearts in san francisco

cause a total eclipse and get twisted dance calypso
watch you spinnin out in circles stationary like ellipticals
toss a single dart blindfolded flyin to hit the bullseye
holding a mai tai, and dollars by the fistful

shaolin, way of the dragon we goin chuck norris
ride the ferry on the bottom level, f-ck tourists
one verse and no chorus, straight bars like a prison cell
lyrics so fire i make you wish for h-ll, spit in

never land, that gave tinkerbell a dizzy spell
just my presence got peasants with torches storming the citadel
mix of quicksilver, scarlet witch and both versions of
the vision, living larger than larger than life depictions
reppin the era of channel 3 static on television
sit tight, we’ll be right back after these messages, right
your f-cked like you brought an assh0l- to a d-ck fight
and you up against the gremlins and we eatin after midnight

swallow these small portions in one big bite, and filter out
the crumbs, keep the stage duty-free like in-flight
i eat shadows, spit light, meet for battles at sick heights
where past defeated mics melt to mineral electrolytes

remanifest as a data cloud of a thousand terabytes
style sweet and deadly, that’s cinnabons and cen0bites
short-sighted minds staying sheltered like mennonites
lyrics cut deep, call this pen a knife. i said it right

if i ain’t blasting through your speakers, switch the chords
i’m that student of carter 4, shakespeare, and liquid swords
but y’all bow to ya kings i praise queens in four different forms
lauryn, erykah, noname, nicki in that specific order

and i ain’t f-ckin with no snails till i’m back in paris
that chattering repetition ain’t for rappers, just packs of parrots
pushin a fix for all you boombox addicts, holdin our
tupacs and havocs over these fools poppin’ xanax

sendin signals past neptune and the dwarf planets
catch an army of these carhartt hats and sport jackets
advancing 4 brackets past a tournament of wackness
how we run through, equipped with sun tzu’s art of war tactics

legend continues, kung fu when i spit hits
like “microphone check and one two what is this?”
goons and wiz kids tune into mcs that could
sn-tch a mic fast enough to crack your front chiclets

scour the underground for blue collar rhymers and sound clips of
best kept cryptically deft lyrical secrets
form a supergroup spitting in frequencies unheard by most
humans, murdering beats so hard, we start exhuming

i got the whiskey poured more quickly than a blitz until the
gryffindors asking what these serpents so shifty for
haters buried under a sycamore, check the wiki
got me feelin like nintendo when the bars turn 64

- joey patches

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