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letra de usury - k.a.a.n.

[intro]
“i’ve been workin’ all god d-mn year, i just got my check
i’m ’bout to spend it all on me, i’m worth it, yeah”
(yup, yuh yuh yuh)
man f-ck all that shit nigga, we just finna go the f-ck in, no motherf-cking hook, no dubs, none of that shit
just a nigga rapping for 3 minutes, you don’t like this shit, turn this shit the f-ck off then

[verse]
somebody tell me what the f-ck it really look like
i been talking to the shadows on the wall nigga
bipolar than a motherf-cker, need to get a new bottle of pills
keep it real k!ll all niggas
hope you bringing unlimited ammunition, you’ve hidden within a brim of your goose down hilfiger
conversating with my delegates, delegating rules and regulations with censorship in my sentences
i know that shit seem irrelevant
i’m so crazy i’ll take a mother f-cking blade to my relative
tell them niggas at the top, that i’m coming for the spot
won’t stop, they so motherf-cking tentative
now pay attention cause it’s evident
you’ll learn something if you listen to my motherf-cking elegance
i destroyed the evidence, and if the glove don’t fit i bet a nigga get acquitted, b-tches
get the f-ck up out my face ’cause i don’t wanna hear your tape
every line that you rhyme is embarr-ssing
[?]unbiased
i overdose with a terrapin, me and boomer esiason going off on a niacin
ripping up rap riff, a pharmaceutical connoisseur
lionel richie the commodore, commandeering the carnivore
this is lyrically nautical, hold it down like a barnacle
sound is overly audible, audience of the audio
automatically delegate, celebrating with decadence
searching for the derivative, deriving from the fact that i’m black
refusing to give a shit, kendrick put out “control” and motherf-ckers got sensitive
caught up in your feelings revealing that you the biggest b-tch
p-ssion in a paragraph, pain in the words that i speak
you the realest nigga living if you practice what you preach
they put a cold -ss k!ller on a mothaf-cking beat
had to rip it to you niggas running rampant in the street
don’t touch that body let that motherf-cker leak
extremities in the freezer, i’m a motherf-cking beast
in a white padded room with a one of a kind jacket
while offering niggas medicine, medicate with the mescaline
before the medication they forcing the mastication
while fornicating the kid, is the copious complication
the mental asphyxiation of over-exaggeration
i’m guessing you really like it, the sound was pretty enticing
i run this shit like a viking, sweet enough of a vicodin
inviting any villain to battle, whenever h-ssled i strangulate with a t-ssel
to curbstomp on the gravel, i’m p-ssing on my aggression but never p-ssive aggressive
reciting an aphorism, expecting an aborigine, acceptance is in the goal
subliminally controlled, to minimize your emotion and give me all your devotion
i spit a lyrical portion, and give a poisonous potion
i treat it like an abortion, i k!ll it but can’t support it
it’s dangerous, rigor mortis, the realization of it
the dollar is what you covet, that’s terribly dissenting
cause nigga’s offered their custom, i’m knocking out your bicuspid
what comes up in my discussion, it sounds like a percussion
the page is a punching bag and my words give a concussion
yeah my words give a concussion, cousin
i guess i had to hit the brakes on it, just a nigga trying get a second wind tho’
i’ve been knocking at the motherf-cking door, like is anybody there tryna let a nigga in though
oh well back to the drawing board, i guess a nigga gotta go and pick it up (up,up,up,up)
middle finger to anyone of you haters, why you actin’ like a nigga is supposed to give a f-ck (f-ck,f-ck,f-ck,f-ck)
i got a a whole lot of hate, little love, paranoid so a nigga personally don’t trust
i guess i gotta take it down for a minute, i’ve been going too fast and i need the people to get it like
uhh that’s nasty, flow is retarded my style is ridiculous, murder the witnesses
pray for forgiveness, repenters with pennies perpetual k!ller that’s pissed like a semi
to bury a nigga in the cemetery, position may vary, production is scary
you k!llin’ this shit man is that necessary
before my survival i murder my rivals, the smoke from the barrel infuses the bible
don’t get it confused b-tch i’m still suicidal
so call paramedics to check on my vitals
i’m nervous as f-ck like this my first recital
your flow is on layaway, rhymes are recycled
the mind of a nigga is missing a light
someone say a prayer, tonight is the night
my angelic lyrics were given no limits
like gold plated tanks in new orleans, my nigga
i’m shocking your system, like slim with a grievance
i’ll go for my ghost till the day i stop breathing
motherf-cker better believe that
that’s it…

- k a a n

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