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letra de what's poppin' freestyle - legible

(verse)
what’s poppin?
music gettin spins, boy i guess i’m on top then
when i’m goin in gotta sound like i’m an auction
y’all are obnoxious, gimme your song and i bet you’re gettin’ washed then
visionary process, got my own flow but i’m similar to hopsin, similar to joyner, a little bit of dot like i’m livin’ up in compton
been thinkin’ out the box, used to limit all my options
k!llin’ every diss, pickin’ fights like a locksmith
yeah ok
rhyme with a message, rollie the gift ain’t no time like the present
i don’t usually rely on impressions but after your songs, i can’t lie it’s depressin’
used to reply to you peasants with lines that were really from higher dimensions wasted with time i invested
i walk with a strap, keep a 9 like a freshman
k!llin instrumentals, music in my head cause i got a sound mind
i made a name for myself, they don’t know yours they shout mine
when i get up on the stage, i watch as i double the crowd size
yeah, guess it’s about time, this is the part where i go crazy and start snappin
i blow haze and i start blastin with no safety
i’m sarcastic, you won’t phase me, i bought caskets so don’t play me
like arms casted, from car crashes, but ok see, like march madness with no kd
the audacity to go say that i’m stuck up like flonase seems just
sarcastic. i’m so sp-cey i’m part nasa
like mark jackson you-
lost a warrior see
walk a path all over the beat
ya’ll are trash, my flow so unique
that i taught a class of some lower mc’s
to get off my back, cause i’m colder with schemes
i just caught a pass, in the zone when i’m speakin
so raw on tracks, gotta go for the green
like i bought a bag of some blow with no seeds
nothing is more fuffilin than the feelin of fillin’ a beat with the venom
again and again i been k!llin these men with the repetition of the pencil and lead
its imbedded up into my head just to rip into spitters and diss em, i’m spinning my web
so i be right at home when i get on a thread
where mcs have been saying my independence got me twisted
the writtens have got em indifferent imagine if i just spit off my head?
messages sent
every text i’m forever depressed
i was left in the depths
the hardest pain is being so forgotten by somebody you’ll never forget
watch for the kick back
my lines are so dope but my sk!lls are
nothing to sniff at
my drip always gnarly, you slide to the party
just rockin’ an outfit as clean as a lint trap
battles look just like them clothes, a mismatch
look at my wrist flash, vision ain’t in tact
ya’ll are like trash bins, naw you’ve bin trash
think you want riff raff? swing like a pickaxe
trying to diss zach? wait-
type in lowercase, i’m never cappin
guess i can buy you a better casket
go for me, and you wish you hadn’t
i run the city so you only rap when i let it happen oh god
i know i’m better when i’m makin’ songs
i fill em with lead but no pistols are drawn
get left as a stencil i’m k!llin’ you all
so don’t get involved
hold up gotta flee the scene and pack shop, crack rocks
on the tv screen backdrop, blacktop ain’t as heat as me
i’m past hot, hacksaw to your feet, you bleed
i blast off on dmt and pass god, zach rocks like pnb
can’t stop till the track knocks all the way from sea to sea
but zach’s not the rap god? see from scheme for scheme
i lap ya’ll, last stop better bring some heat
you rap soft, act all sad when i treat you how you treated me
i got a team to lead
leave the scene when i agree to leave
i’m on another level, from my writtens to really just hittin’ a bowl of this dimethyl triptiamine
die to get you rid of me
i’ll let you try to riddle me
oh my my what a masterpiece
die die there’ll be casualties
prime time to be mad at me
9 times out of 10 i’ve been k!llin’ these rappers when i feel all this pent up aggression
pull up with more gas than a 7 11
i’m splittin’ this wrap and the swisher comes second
i hit from the back, ain’t a rear end collison
abusin’ these cats, bend it over yeah let me get it in again
i been hittin’ dmt, met a bunch of friends
talkin’ with a deity, workin’ out my sins
you wouldn’t throw shade? try to see it through my lens
if you ain’t the best in your city, might as well be dead
i’ll leave your temple red, like a mind reader
try beating me and die pleading for your life
breathing through the pipe-
2020 what’s poppin?

what’s poppin’
3 projects on the way now
lay down
this is my day now
new freestyle yeah

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