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letra de horchata - liberal shimmering

{verse 1 (0:20 to 1:03)}
i stand inside a burning fire with the retired mich-lle pheifer
all while in the middle of mr niles mothaf-ckin’ funeral pyre
you be in a f-ckin’ haze, don’t know which way to look, it’s like a daze
you took your b-tch, and you f-cked, shot it like rabbits lost in the woods for days
i come back for my gat, ready to attack but oops, i misfire into your back
your face is black, your t–th are crooked, they need to look more wack
clean it up, stick your hand on cement, get run over by two idjits, imagine that!
those f-ckers left you for dead with one eye, no tongue, and a f-cked up laugh
take a sip of your hemoglobin, then go roamin’, come back
grab you by the thorax, stab you in the neck, my eyes just turned black
i’m chosen, no, not by the mormons or the romans
but by the power of horchata, and this beat that be flowin’
what lies beneath? a lot of inconsistencies, and all i can see is a big pile of zombies
whatever happened to questioning what is to be or not to be?
f-ck it, live and forgive, let all the people be free, and me be me
i’ll be in oklahoma, miami, smoking out all the people’s idiocies

{verse 2 (1:14 to 1:56)}
i rose up, gave your wife the clap, and then i grabbed the sledgehammer and wrecked your f-ckin’ flat
tore off your sack, took a shot from my packs, relaxed, rewound the dat
this track is the sh-t, it’s a fine example of what will forever be known as boom bap
hip hop is not dead, it’s so far underground you refer to it as lost
you say it has no hope of returning, you’re all but the frost on the cellular tower’s roaming costs
i think you’ll need an attorney, you took a walk across the ocean, you’re in germany
you find your mother in a gurney, your father’s underneath your home in missouri
i’m back home now, sipping on some sweet tea, while you’re down on your knees
about to suck off some water-bending sugar queen
who knows where she’s been. she was walking around like that when she was only ten
shoving her face into other people’s business, how’d she even think to begin?
the copulation, she gave out a favor for all nations, it’s amazin’, don’t you know that this is the season for erasin’?
give me a reason and i’ll go back and do it all over again
in the mean time, i’ll slice your throat, light one up and throw a party in the field up the road

- liberal shimmering

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