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letra de intro (key to imagination) - joyner lucas

open your mind
breathe
now, i want you to close your eyes and imagine
you’re entering a new dimension
a dimension of sound
a dimension of sight
a dimension of mind
you’re moving into a land of [?] shadow [?]
come with me
you lock this door with the feeling of imagination
low-frequency oscillators
you motherf-ckers

verse 1
how the f-ck they gon talk about me
b-tch you talkin’ bout more
you talkin’ bout peace, should i talk about war
you talkin’ bout a n-gg- bout a body gotta ride or drive or when i catch you beat you i just hop up in your maserati
get p-ssed when i spit liquor
a fully grown pimp, b-tch with a [?]
imma fully imma automatic stick shift [?]
with a big d-ck and a mentioned k!ller
certified n-gg-, i ain’t talkin’ bout bars
and def come in threes, i ain’t talkin’ bout four
the best come with me, they ain’t resting in peace
i’m std’s on your mpc
they envy me, you’re the big pet peeve
a lot of rap n-gg-s don’t interest me
[?] press press keys on a n-gg- had ’em be the itos on belvita cheese, eggs on my rita
with a chicken noodle soup and a solo on the side
pull up on a ride, in the morning when i rhyme
with a mouth cat busy ever dreams of a drizzy with c-ssie and nicki tryna go at a minaj
never scared of death, i don’t know why i’m alive
let her take risks i don’t know when imma die
tethered to the booth like i know went over top
and i never been a snitch, i don’t know a lot of cops
cop cars on the block for had the block all blocked off and i blocked more
mama had a baby and the baby head popped off when the block n-gg-s chopped off on the block, pause
open up your eyeb-lls, get a good look
you looking at a n-gg- that was in a good book
in the rap game, everybody sound the same, with ya lame -ss songs with a really good hook
i cook crack on the stove and sell it to a n-gg- that was jealous of the sh-t that i was yellin’ on a beat that he’s probably feelin’ so he caught feelings had to drill him in the street
k!ll him with the rhythm, put the pistol in his [?] hit him, get him, and then k!ll him in the middle of the east
heavy metal beats, never settle, but i never been or ever will

- joyner lucas

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