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letra de amnesia - k.a.a.n.

[intro]
what else should i be?
what else should i say?

[verse 1]
i got this bright idea so i’m gon’ let that shine
illuminate to lead the way, my words give sight to the blind
i sip this holy water, helps me hydrate, full of electrolytes
two crucifixes on my chest, they help me sleep at night
like hold it down, you f-cking right
i swear to god i do, don’t f-ck around
i played my role like i’m supposed to do
like who in the f-ck let this n-gg- in?
searching for the finish, coming for the win
that’s a controversy for the opposition
i’m a cl-ssic lyricist within my sentence
a penny for my thoughts, i’m thinking retribution
f-ck a resolution, i ain’t looking for it
h-ll or high water, i box ’em out
got a quicker flow, i feel like pacquiao
i pack a pretty punch and punish all the p-wns
i put a target on em and i take my time to get ’em
gift of gab, i spit about a sixteen
n-gg-s pint sized with a big dream, ah

[chorus]
i’m in this hoe with a purpose
i’m feelin’ like easy e, a young n-gg- ruthless
young n-gg- with an att-tude
middle finger to the other side
rolled a blunt and i forgot about it
read a couple novels and i moved on
smoked a blunt and i forgot about it
read a couple novels and i moved on
i’m in this hoe with a purpose
i’m feelin’ like easy e, a young n-gg- ruthless
young n-gg- with an att-tude
middle finger to the other side
rolled a blunt and i forgot about it
read a couple novels and i moved on
smoked a blunt and i forgot about it
read a couple novels and i moved on

[verse 2]
all of my sh-t is correct
quiet is kept, how the secrets concealed
my lyrics are daggers, i slice with the sk!ll
aim for the jugular, go for the k!ll
the will of a giant, a tyrant at large
lord of the flies, i’m like william golding
get a grip, why don’t ya?
this a [?], call the coroner unless you in a pew
a punitive attempt to try and tell the truth
my train of thought attack {?}
my pursuit a sack, it’s only linebackers
wake ’em up, they smelling salt
my pen somersault
all rappers said don’t touch it
but i double dare ya like marc summers
tell ’em nevermind, i’m finna b-mp nirvana
i kept this sh-t a thousand, n-gg- f-ck a hundred, ah

- k a a n

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