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letra de exceptional - kerser

[intro]
oi c-nt, i’m about to bring that real sh-t back
sh-t’s turned into a fashion show
they been missing and i been busy

[verse 1]
i been busy on the hustle, it’s the same drill
a rush of blood, my music feelin’ like cocaine feels
they want the technical rhymes, i’m like “f-ck that”
i used to have a stash pot in the bottom of my bum bag
listen c-nt, i can break a flow miraculous
i came in an era when it wasn’t ’bout the fashion b-tch
’round the time when you really f-ckin’ had to spit
i battle c-nts and my mates would wanna stab ’em, sh-t
moments later, i’m a star, pop up everywhere
the sickest c-nt and i never needed medicare
they thought i left, i’m thinkin’, i ain’t going anywhere
she had a grudge, smash the box, i was getting square
what we doin’ with the game, where i take it now?
steer ’em off a cliff if they try to take the crown
people ask how i make my drink change colour
two-two-five, i still represent the same numbers

[hook]
leave this to professionals
self made, self paid, i’m exceptional
what you know about the rappin’ game?
i used to battle for a tenner in the alleyway
then i hit the big time
like, sh-t, stack it up, we gon’ live life
what you know about the rappin’ game?
everybody stop and listen when i’m rappin’ mane

[verse 2]
no certificate for school, i’m a dropout
first you see the car, then the diamonds when i hop out
i’m in the club, smokin’ up, i let my chain hang
they see me and they attempt to do the same thing
rollin’ spliffs in ubers, travellin’ through the cbd
getting head off b-tches, watchin’ my old dvds
i’ma hit it up, you know me as the sickest c-nt
my pack of smokes ain’t got no ciggies, just filled up with fifty blunts
ain’t no pressure when you’re kerser, i’m on top of sh-t
a clumsy c-nt ’cause i’m always f-ckin’ droppin’ hits
let me walk you through the steps of meditation
preparation and then retaliation
b-tch, i’m still reppin’ what i claim
no matter where i hang, it’s embroidered in my brain
baked as and i’m sitting in my house ripped
new t–th, i put my money where my mouth is

[bridge]
sick of brag rap, sh-t i got mad raps
swag rap, fat rap, repellent to your back chap
i’ma have this playing in the ghetto
or anybody with a mission just to get dough
know the name, it’s the kerser, the sh-t
you got a spliff? this the one, you can burn it to this
the sickest spit on the track and i’m pumpin’ my old sh-t
thinking to myself, “well, no wonder it sold big”

- kerser

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