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letra de island - kyle goodspeed

[verse 1: wavy]:

resistance is impossible
while your raps are implausible
i’d call omaha but
even though you know my plan i won’t audible
just another day, another f-cked up schedule
skipped to rip but they labeled me as absent
now i’m sippin’ on some absinthe while rhymin’ underground in the mother f-ckin labyrinth
i ain’t trying to spread this negativity
flow so electrical that’s what’s responsible for the conductivity
the new echelon of energy, the hennessy and i combine to make synergy
when it comes to us though there’s no stipulations
enough with all the fake stipulations
i’m the sickest to spit, better see a doctor to get your vaccinations

[hook]:
open up your eyelids
and see the world how i did
all by myself
like i’m living on an island
x3

[verse 2: wavy]:

shouts to those genetics though
flow so sweet it’s bad for you diabetic hoes
better call the microphone medic though
because i ran this sh-t like f-ckin’ athletics go
so whatever they decide to do
i’ma sit back an burn it, like i applied the lighter to
a bowl or hemp wick then took a m-ssive rip
in this industry i’m just trying to ascend
until i’m in my own league and no one else can contend

[hook]

[verse 3: wavy]:

i stand proud, tall and n0ble
causing a bigger disaster on the mic than chern0byl
but my radiation going global
back to back, so you know that it’s sequential
another instrumental, i k!ll it incidental
flipped it off my head, now i’m flowing off the mental
i express myself with this sh-t
success could be on the way with one more hit
but i don’t want more of it
i wanna sit back, relax, and live my life peacefully
split my weed equally, with me myself and i
while i rhyme and reside in my kingdom easily
post up with nowitzki and fade-away
that’s how i begin my day and it’s just ideal
and unfortunately if those blue skies peel
i’ll still be burning with one hand on the wheel
while the tires squeal
driver’s seat in the automobile
that’s just how i feel

[hook]

[verse 4: wavy]:

step up in the box now
dig my f-ckin’ cleats in
lift my f-ckin’ bat up
out-playing everyone
like they all got bad hops
now i’m getting mad props
while everyone else is bad
it’s sad, stop
please just let me prosper
haven’t heard of me yet?
you must live in a borrow like a lobster
so quit bumping your average overrated pop-star
and please cop the tape so i can go and refill my pot jar

- kyle goodspeed

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