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letra de cartoon raps - john ibe

[verse 1: john ibe]
i’m a parasite
hiding like shinichi
paint a picture with these flows
critics say that they da vinci
harder than a architect that’s building with no banisters
terminology is over head like amb-ssadors
tryna be a model like flamenco
yet i’m spitting glaciers out my mouth like cresendo
balling like kuroko nothing less than a prodigy
probably spitting gold out like its alchemy
flows real special like a house with a balcony
boys talking sh-t so i hit em with a koma sword
gotta keep it running like computers and propeller boards
symbol of the senator
raps like a janitor
always use a pencil never spit it from the mental
n-ggas lack in sense so i give it like a rental, parental
tryna get a feel like the exorcist
f-ck being basic
i don’t want that prerequisite
if i go to h-ll imma do it for the h-ll of it, celibate
tryna get a honor roll for aces
f-ck the same b-tch but i’m seeing different faces, laces
gotta keep em strapped cuz i’m running
spitting hot flames but these labels steady shunning
rapping like houdini but i’m fly like a genie
throw it like brady but i catch it like mazzini
designer like c-ssini and i’m fly like a g4
i’m still on the road to success
i just made a detour (2x)

[verse 2: john ibe]
sharper than a gun in a wound
but death in the tomb
i’m tryna shoot like joseph cuz my family gotta get the bank
rhyming like a t-tan so these spartans never feeling safe
raping instrumentals leaving bruises on the beat
spitting fire like a charizard giving n-ggas heat
from the feet to the ground up
rappers on that round up
n-ggas lacking weight so i tell em get they pounds up
verse two let me do it again
let me get the smith & wesson cuz the weapon’s the pen
dead in the den
people always told me i’m a loner
if there’s one thing for certain then you know i’m not a stoner
f-ck a job, like steve imma be a owner
cater on these raps i deliver like a donor
stretching for the finish line
grinding in the winter time
mount the security
i’m rapping with some purity, fearing me
hotter than a devil in h-ll
culprit in jail
boy you know i really be the sh-t
if we talking bout a draft then imma be the pick
arthritis when i’m writing i might have to call it quits
i might have to type these verses and then save them with a cl1ck
so ballistic when i’m rapping this a test to my legerity
n-ggas tryna bop but their actions like a parody, feherty
potions really sick like a chemist
verses full of wisdom you could see it at the dentist
i be on that menace
spitting i’m necrosis
breaking all these backs you could say its scoliosis
k!ll all these beats you could call it a crime
imma do this sh-t til the end of my time, n-gga

- john ibe

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