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letra de nacl - lil kydd

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it’s the full-fledged miscreant
indiscriminate k!ller

standing among constituents, sorcerers, and witchers

anytime i step on the mic i’m hosting a mixer

for each bar is a celebration
i’ll never rest

till i’m a fixture in the game. i’m no ordinary mister

i wipe any man and his whoadies out of the picture

they claim to have stacks, move tracks and pull pistols

all i have are the flows
but if they’re used correctly

i can still make your homies and distant relatives miss ya

miss the misdirected young man alone on the street

in favor of the younger man who’d rather try to succeed

they see the m-sses flock together and don’t know what to think

then i remember
we’re up against more than the kitchen sink

we’re encouraged to use the bigger man as a model

we needed the fendi shoes of the materialistic few

…and then we all get played
like saturday evening boggle

partaking in a game even a child could win

and standing at the podium flashing that ribbon-winning grin

i’m back-stroking in my new timbs

i had to b-mp my head a couple times

i was diving in the shallow end
cowering in fear of the hate

looking for ways to fall in line
blend in and save face

started writing in the third grade, rappin by the eighth

and by the ninth inning in
i’m still gunning for home plate

stole a base or two, had to break a face or two

i serve flows on a platter, every now i had to bake a fool

but it’s all love. i find the domestic birds of my youth

out for my blood and
i turn em to flocks of doves

every time i grab my bic pen
and commence with the spittin

my only two earthly pleasures are my art and my writtens

as they become vices i can make a couple tracks

so hot you need to carry the c-ssette with two mittens

that’s middle name, hands
first name, these

last name bees
suffix title knees

they turn their noses up at the diction and mastery

but they gonna eat my words. that’s the breakfast of champines

i contemplate upon my journey thus far

it’s a long way, but i’m still aiming among the stars

the patterns and constellations fill the sky with haste

so i point my head to the north
hold a conversation with god

you can take away my love
she wasn’t a ride or die

you can take away my father, you needed him in the sky

…you can show me heartbreak in every given

form, shape, context or space
but you’ll never see me cry

lil kydd

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