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letra de silence - king of the mics

[verse 1: manic]
you can’t see me
check your vision
my punches in your face you couldn’t check your distance
asking me if i got a problem
say my name or just call it
call it out
that’s what i’m all about
riots never quiet
hear the crowd crying over violence
let’s get loud i’m sick of the silence
you asking for my attention
i never gave you a mention
cemented to the roads
wait you wasn’t stuck in my path
living in the past is like living white trash
talking sh-t behind the screen is like wearing a mask
have you ever cried so much that all you could do is laugh
i ain’t spеaking about nothing but you speak behind my back
that’s why you got confronted but rеally you didn’t want it

[hook: manic]
riots never quiet
hear the crowd crying over violence
let’s get loud i’m sick of the silence
[verse 2: spooks]
yeah i’m sick of the silence so i went and caused some violence
if they steppin’ in the battlefield, know that i’ll get violent
start a whole riot in the game, yeah i’m getting closer
got the whole crowd screamin’ when they saw that we took over
feel like sinister, cuz they only see evil side of me
a tape of your death, then we make a movie outta it
never making hits and they yellin’ top 1 who?
how you tryna that claim title when no one heard of you
getting loud in the crowd, ain’t n0body staying quiet
f-ck that, dropping outta everything cuz i’m defiant

[verse 3: babyy jester]
b-a-b double y
left right x, get over here and then an upper cut
down left y, i teleport right to the other side
you already know who i am, no introduction
everything fight i am the calmest no need to be mashing b-ttons
i’m the baddest on the planet
the worst in every universe
thanos snapped twice and it only left me a little burnt
but if you didn’t get it now you know
i wanna be a hit so i can put meat on the table

[verse 4: blainks]
i’m the sh-t b-tch
k to the o to the t to the m
better keep it quiet, tryna get to your mam
i don’t keep it silenced, i just let it go bam
i don’t keep a pistol, i was talkin’ bout my ham or sum
wonder where you even got your manners from
mama tried to teach me how to hand your son
some words about his face bein’ pumbled to a past
man i heard he such a waste sh-t
[verse 5: vinlo]
b-tch i’m running outta patience
see the b-tch in you but i can smell it in your fragrance
cook without an apren
i’m caved in don’t need to face it
these n-ggas basic
my flow cold the heat is stainless
you on the same sh-t
b-tch you know that i got it
come on the beat and i bless it like a prophet
yeah i bless it like a prophet
king of the mics and we never going off it

- king of the mics

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