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letra de 4thalove - kid syc

(spoken)
i see what you tryina do
tell ’em it ain’t gon’ work. tell ’em it ain’t gon’ work, holmes
ahahahahahaw

[verse 1: kidsyc]
no comparisons necessary i’m tearing up the fraudulent//
artists when i start to spit//
lock on to my target and i blast//
outlast outkast like antwan//
i kidnapped the game and keep on upping the ransom//
while you up in the bathroom practicing’ in the mirror//
writing bars about who’s diamonds is clearer, it ain’t exciting//
i’m the diamond in the rough and i’m inviting you to make sure//
your rhyming is clear enough for me to understand//
you apparently transparent i see through all your plans//
i’ll parent you, abandon you, embarr-ss you, and carry two//
of you on my back plus the crew that you rap with//
y’all so studio actin’ like you’re real but in actuality//
you just wack with a dream of a plaque and some status//
its sad ‘cuz i’m bad like my last name was jackson//
ask ’em i crash ’em//
but this ain’t terrance its more like a terrorist it’s the kid//

chorus:
i do it 4 tha love they do it for the money//
i came from up above so y’all look kinda funny//
when you chasing after paper every mother effin’ monday//
and the paper chasing me and its so fast i can’t outrun it//
(repeat)

verse 2:
and i’m running like i’m usain bolt//
they say that i’m talking like i’m insane yo//
tell ’em they get hussein folded//
on that mat straight up into an “o”//
if they ain’t never been there then they don’t know//
put a hand in the air if you gon’ show//
up at the show, then i make you raise up both//
hope that you paid for the ticket at the door//
unless you get snuck in unless you coming back to the back//
tell ’em that they should just relax//
they be lying i just stick to the facts//
bullseye…who am i? y’all don’t know?//

chorus x2

verse 3:

and i’m feeling’ like i’m speedy gonzales//
they say you be rapping like you graduated college//
i’m glad you hate it, homie//
every time i came up on the scene//
with them gl-sses on, no lenses but i always peep the phonies//
vision 20-20 only the beginning//
i do not be finishing i just stay on genesis//
got a revelation for the one that said they hate it//
i got love for ’em all and you know there’s no debating//
not at all. wake ’em up like the smell of bacon in the morning//
tell em that i came through the door without warning, i just kicked it//
speaking like i’m yoda//
tell ’em that we ’bout to take it over//

chorus x2

(cooking up the crack i’m whippin hard like baking soda
that crinnack, tell ’em they should probably fall binnack
the man on the scene dog, i been that
every single rule to the game i bend that)

- kid syc

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