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letra de down bad (remix) - justin freeman

[intro]
all hail, when the goats arriving
every verse got something dope inside
the culture’s climate
says your -ssignment
to know the science
and go gold and diamond
wait, look, i could insert a doper line in
but i don’t even have to say much, i can k!ll the folks via vocal silence

[verse 1]
let’s go, everybody knows it’s when
i hold a pen, i’m going in, i’m colder then a soda in, a frozen ven-ding machine door, with snow where the motor spins
i don’t intend, on letting close descendants of your go or flow again
it all depends, what kind of mode i’m in
you don’t want to get close, and don’t offend
cause it seems like me against the world
so we gone, reload clips
and trust me, we don’t leave no prints
it’ll be like 3 torpedoes sent
if we ever see your people flinch
and you better leave or leap or fence
cause you know when we blow, we don’t miss
blow his head up, he’s an egotist
that’s crazy, wow

[verse 2]
i am the being you seek to avoid
i’m lauren hill singing if she was a boy
i’m huey p, luther king, and dubois
my level of thinking’s the region of freud
i’m like a vegan that’s cheating on eating by beefing with heathens depleting the noise
i am in need of a beat to destroy
your last day of breathing you need to enjoy

[verse 3]
this is just so easy to me
just as easy as eating or sleep in a dream
and i secretly fiend, to go beef people that’s weak with the speech, that don’t mean anything
i’m eager to lean and beat the bejesus out any creature for thinking he’s meaner me
and freeman’s a g*nius with english and piecing the things scheme, who’s demeanor’s exceeding the league
let the kings intervene
we the regime
we be team
we bring the flames
leaving debris
we the disease
slow that down
no more promo, we don’t want your sound
solo dolo, i’ma a own my style
i’m like yoko ono, i don’t know no bounds
your girl give me brain like it’s mojo jojo
it’s like go-pro photos, when i blown that round
wow

[verse 4]
uh, this isn’t just light this is light as h-ll
it’s so light that it might as well, be considered me trying to fail, but they’ll feel my words, reading and writing braille
this is more than me trying to sell
on the highest shelves, for the clientele
and i will rap, as long as i exhale
when it comes to bars, as far as i can tell
i am the
rap god
act hard
big k, cap lock
gat drawn
graduate, what that mean
caps off
mos def, black star
black thought
scratched off
that cloth
that’s all
lyrical sasquatch
with hack saws
3, 2, 1, the blast off
back off
flows cold, jack frost
wack frauds
smack jaws
in their fast cars
clean the whip, wax on, wax off
shoot whistle, mask off
rap off?
that’s not that smart
that’s dumb
and y’all won’t last long
this knife takes half off, discount
but this mac’s not a laptop

[verse 5]
but look y’all
i ain’t come to play with them
i’ma spray ak’s his way and grave dig them
f racism
just because most the game are slaves, don’t mean that i’m a slave with them
it’s engraved in them
i’ma say the things that i want say and get away with them
make the chopper ring, it’s engaging them
man, the crown that i got on, can’t fit them
i’m down on second thought
i’ma keep flaming him
looks a great dane or horanga tame, banged his frame or a plane hit him
no, we ain’t the same lane, can’t hang, with this strange brain, that contains venom
i’ma take aim, you going lay plain
with the other names, that i made victims

- justin freeman

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