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letra de do not, and i can't stress this enough, get it fucked up - kurt hazard

[verse]
switch blade rhetoric cutting right through his letterman
i let ‘em hemorrhage and sent my sentiments
i’m in my element, your time’s up, take a look at the pendulum
i arrive where you reside war ready on pegasus
complementary smoke for everybody i’m so generous
b-tch i’m from new york, conceit is in my geneticis
genocide to the pessimists
it’s really no objection i’m objectively the nicest by any means of measurement
i’m intrepid i don’t feel the slightest bit of threatened
slightest bit impressed, i let the bullet fly and hit your engine
high and in suspension eye the prize till it’s in my possession
i ain’t taking questions or suggestions, i don’t need -ssessing
i ain’t with pretending to be friends with all these lames for leverage
pay respects, or pay a major debt and fade away in seconds
aim for necks i came to play no games, i’m not a name to mention
take his head then stand over the carc-ss with a blank expression
man this sh-t is all just a breeze
these rap n-gg-s ain’t gon ever have a thing over me
how y’all gon have the conscious rapper out here dripping with ease
that’s all y’all got going for you and you barely compete
for real n-gg- please, arm and leg to k!ll n-gg-s beats
y’all gon need to take out a loan to get a verse out of me
hop in the booth, unload and reload it, rinse and repeat
then charge him more to promote you don’t compare or compete, kapeesh
but if he try to provoke then imma scope ‘em out
smoke ‘em out, soak his clothes in rose red, expose a clown
focused on the gold, while these hoes in they emotions, brown
nosing for the clout, going south with an open mouth
i’m the coldest out i control the game and own it now
golden child, gold around my neck, i know you know my style
going in loud, i’ll dethrone whoever owns the crown
crack his head open, i expose his frontal lobe then i’m out
man y’all n-gg-s all saps
y’all n-gg-s don’t k!ll, don’t bang, don’t trap
don’t send me no bars knowing that you can’t rap
don’t send me no beats knowing that they don’t slap
kurt’s back, stepping up to bat, it’s a whole wrap
i don’t spar, i don’t play fight, i don’t throw jabs
fall back ‘fore i put a hole through your bros cap
no cap, tell ‘em hang it up like phone’s tapped
woah, back up in the b-tch with gang tight
we done came on the scene with f-cking choppers and hang glides
bodies on top of bodies surface all on the bay side
we can turn this normandy, these sh-r-s to a grave sight
man it’s a grave sight, we out for blood like great whites
y’all are fresh out of luck y’all oughta stay on the safe side
came to shake the game up and the world at the same time
so basically he came to shake sphere like the play write sh-t.

- kurt hazard

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