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letra de visage - kidcarus

ok, so you got my right
the spot seems tight with a top three mic
for a widescreen fight with turner anger

i murder bangers with purpose an earnest baker
with goodness to cook with the sternest chefs and look
easy believe me the next three words delivered could limit my hand
a vision split from the schism envisioned by man
a messenger pigeon couldn’t visit this visage like a kid in j-pan

lifting up bricks with the fl!ck of his hand
hit with a stick by a kid in a band

the whole dumb luck angle works best when doves are free to be
as frеquently as demons seem to be involvеd all this dog sh-t
and ill sit tall and call with all those who you want to
frolic with, but when dawn calls and lawlessness falls to honest to god workers with wallets, sh-t. i’ll be on my way to cash in on my involvement quick as i can

this
the type of business get a man lifted by the seat of his pants
thrown to the sharks with a notice several weeks in advance
and we’ll still clamber for even a chance
walk past a homeless man, won’t even pay him a glance
what kind of shaming is that?

like a worker to his business, or a merger of separate districts
the purpose of latest interest is at the mercy of man
dependently purchasing his worth from the clergyman’s hands
still standing st-rdy at the mercy of his worry and plans

no doubt when the verse comes to mind
it’s the words that divert all the hurt
in the grind to the birth of a giant
my mind in the violence, and i tried to be quiet
but in time the eye in the sky who decries
all the finest of things would’ve cut down
on the size of the purchase, don’t remind me of
worthless tines that sigh when they’re burning

just a beast on beats
f-cking driven to compete with the kings of speech
a need to retrieve that crown but you see that the sea
is teeming a freakish sight of hungry mother f-ckers sitting
lean, gleaming eyes staring at the prize with a taste for blood
hateful f-cks just want to rape and plunder, disgraceful ugly
thoughts on minds that rush like pigs
to swill and slop to cop their full
i’m awkward so i stop to pull away, catch my breath, and grind my pay

time will prove my claim

- kidcarus

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