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letra de no hooks - king kamerad

yeah! (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
hold on i gotta do it again i gotta do it better, right here
yeah! (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
that’s what i’m talking about, uh yeah

they don’t wanna see me do it (nope)
they don’t wanna see me do it (they don’t)
they don’t wanna see me do it
nah
they don’t wanna see him do it (k!ll em’)
they don’t wanna see me do it (i gotta k!ll em’)
they don’t wanna see me do it
nah

look
why you think we’re on the same level? (what?)
why you think that i’ll ever settle? (please)
if you’re hot like a tea kettle well i guess i’m burning like the devil (geez)
w-why you think we in the same race? (yeah)
cause you claim to keep the same pace (yeah)
you don’t wanna risk your namesake
if you’re still asleep, then it’s time to wake
cause i’m here for keeps, and i ain’t trying to play
and if you’re feeling weak, well it’s time to pray
cause i’m bound to reap, on any day
and if you’re hating please, just die today
and, imma say this one time, (one time!)
you don’t wanna mess with this ones rhymes (ones rhymes!)
cause it’s crunch time
when i jot lines (jot lines!)
make em all scream out “oh god” (oh god!)
like woah! (woah!)

they don’t really get me when i go
i be spitting those sick flows
like a kid with a runny nose (yeah yeah yeah)
addicted to playing in snow
not worried about the cold (yeah yeah yeah)
so he goes out without a coat
yeah i’m just that froze
i’m just, i’m just, i’m just that

one that be murdering those who oppose
the guy that goes on the microphone
you gots to know the woes
that i feel when bros
throw blows then become foes
i must dispose and exposed some people i love
because they decided to loathe (decided to loathe)
this one guy that doesn’t impose
or diss flows but i depose
and say you should stay from this rose, so (stay from this rose)

stop (stop)
i don’t understand why they hot (nah)
most rappers out nowadays
sound like their nose filled with snot (that’s true)
i’m not trying to take away from praise
but all i can say is “why god?” (why god?)
then after a brief delay
he said “it’s so you can take shots”
so i said “ah, got it!”

imma leave your body like you left illuminati
cut and rotting
ain’t n0body stopping a man that’s been plotting
leave your head bled red, like your name is lil yachty
in a shed pigs fed, with remains of your body
every thread will be shred, cause it ain’t safe for n0body
especially under trump
i put a trippie redd dot on my lil pump (yeah)
take a pic with my kodak and then let it thump (what?)
ain’t it something?
how the wrong image is glorified
i don’t pop lil xans, i’m trying to live my life
i don’t skateboard but, a vert would be dope to try
as long as no one brings uzi’s to aim at the guys

cause the last thing that they’ll see, will be a glimpse of lil skies (true)
and i could never not be me, so i don’t need to wear a disguise (facts)
and i ask you all to compete because really i don’t need to try
because most of these rappers are weak, and you know that is not a lie (lie, lie, lie)

cause it’s factual but i’m being practical (what)
when i’m slaying i’m saying that i’m raising the capital, (what)
murder rate cause i shake and leave a natural, (what)
disaster and after i p-ss they call for lateral
escape plan, so move it away man (uh)
i’m making a great stand (uh)
and i’m opening this can (uh)
so i can disband (uh)
any crew’s plan (uh)
to try to burn it down in advance

i’m really leaving hotter than molten lava (than lava?!)
and when i write these scripts i’m not referring to java (to java?)
but meaning that these rhymes be making me wear a balaclava (balaclava?)
cause i am superior like i am a vena cava (yo, what does that even mean?!) (really)

look it up if you don’t get it cause i’m crazy when i spit it
sick and tired of the wicked that be talking like they’re gifted
but really they’re doing nothing but sucking, they need to recommit (yeah)
cause i done seen real ones bustin’, but they ain’t even in (yeah)
the industry cause it ain’t a question, about who is loving this (yeah)
but more or less who’s bringing in the most grip
in the end, there’s a trend of lack of authorship
when the label signs people they don’t care about hip

hop, they need to stop, when they falsify ish
to the top, i’ll still jot, until i break both wrists
every plot, will be cropped, cause y’all digging this (get em!)
cause i gots, to be hot, to become a catalyst (get em!)

every watt will be brought, mind shocking (get em!)
like a shock from the gods, spreading like a cyst (get em!)
i ought to be sought, cause i gotta subsist (what?)
and they’re thoughts, are like “what?” when i spit it with a twist (let’s go!)

but most don’t understand why i shoot it with no looks (look)
cause i want to leave you a gift of rhymes like it’s a book (book)
and some will try to say that i’m a rook when they look
but really to me this is my cranny and nook (cranny and nook)

don’t try to stare at me like i’m just some crook (what?)
even though i leave you twisted like i’m the babadook
because i just, k!lled this, whole entire song without any hooks
what’s good? (yo that’s crazy)
i don’t need no hooks i do it and i leave em all shook, ha (i k!ll em boy)
i don’t need no hooks i cheffin’ i ain’t no cook, ha (i k!ll em and i don’t even care)
i don’t need no hooks i read y’all fakes like a book, ha
i don’t need no hooks i play y’all lames like a rook, ha

gone

- king kamerad

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