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letra de d1agnos1s - legible

(bridge)
that’s what happens when you’re praying for my downfall, one day it’ll reverse on ya
that’s what happens when you’re in it for the long haul, the lines start to blur on ya
you see i’ve been around this place a few times, won’t lie- i think you all deserve slaughter
guess i’m fed with up with the past, hope my parachute’s attached, all these rappers get the picture, i don’t know

(hook)
i don’t know cause i’m out of control
i don’t really think you get the picture
i don’t fit your diagnosis
cause i’m uh-out of control
i’m the goat
i don’t fit your diagnosis
get the picture?
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i don’t think you get the picture
i’ve been gettin’ money, that figures
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i don’t fit your diagnosis
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claim i’m clout chasin’ go and cry me a river
get the picture
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i don’t fit your diagnosis

(illmyst) (verse 1)
so we’re going for your vitals with no way of revival so start closing your bibles
from the very day of my arrival you made me your rival
more than just a recital i’m plannin’ your funeral
it’s unusual, the ways i’m k!llin’ you is unsuitable
bars recycled, all your lines ain’t never been so reusable
get a cubicle, i think outside the box then put a nail in the top of it
better hope that it locks cause if it doesn’t, i’m reloading my glock like it’s an adoption cause you’re about to get popped
never runnin’ from the cops, i do the opposite
i’m street, you better look both ways before you’re crossin it
i guess i’m confident, like hiv i’ve never been just all that positive
i got anger, spill my vodka so that way i can bottle it
got these punks awaitin’ like apostrophes
it’s the apocalypse and just a drop of it will knock the occuluses straight out your sockets
you’re seein spots so get a doctor on the phone asking “whos your next of kin?” and you’ll say

(legible) (verse 2)
how come they never let me win?
they go and bite my style, cause my pen is bitter
you don’t get the picture, you better connect your printer
malevolent head is just spinnin’ these webs, and i’m catchin’ my dinner inject em with venom
i’ve only been limited by the extent of my penmanship which is unlimited
infinite schemes
pen is like wind- this is a breeze
gotta pretend that we’re at peace and you’re a friend
want you dead on the street
god you better believe i’m hot, temperature peaks in songs with legible lead
i’ll step on your spleen in cleats
the game is on- lock, gimme the key
on top, talk and jealousy speaks
spittin bars you look a little bit green like an elephant leaf
i’ve been puttin’ in work, i’m glad that you noticed
say i’m a clout chaser?
like clout is important
you see, i wouldn’t even use your career for alb-m promotion
i’m in my bag and i’m focused on packin’ explosive raps and these flows are past being cold- they’re practically frozen
i laugh at the notion you wanna scr-p like a trash full of notes
get the basket of lotion
and i’ll never fit your wack diagnosis so

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