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letra de no consequence - lipsmoker

[verse 1]
there’s a reason i won’t let them stop me
could be stabbed over weed if you’re c-cky
exotic rolled up when it gets rocky
if i throw first, get spun like a jockey
only stop me if they want the piff off me
sh-t got them twitching, they cannot sit properly
turn off my phone but they show at my property
begging for tickers, they’re feeling the poverty
when the weed is wearing off like a novelty
got them juggling the p like monopoly
i don’t really need the cheesy apologies
i don’t really need these fiends that will follow me
stay true to my one like monogamy
i don’t mean to be so honest but honestly
i’d have to k!ll myself before they’re topping me
back in the game with no way that they’re stopping me
i could be under but still i’m on top of it
bury your favourite rapper with no consequence
evident every track i’m on, i’m confident
every rap competent, showing predominance
i’m a different type of kind of phenomenon
call me a freak and i’ll take as a compliment
with the way i write my words, i’ll be stomping them
think i need to write a verse without oxygen

[hook: [?]]
what is it that gives your life a sense of meaning and purpose?
because once you find that, it puts you in your power place
see if you know what your life work is, i encourage you to start working on it

[verse 2]
this time i only went and wrote more
when i’m coming with the terror and inevitable force
my main course got me sticking in a fork
now the beat ain’t knocking when they’re kicking off your door
this track is mad, it’s a different thought
spit ’til i’m sore, spliff in the lips, give it raw
hits ’til i snore, you could find the piff in my corpse
wishing for more, never had to sit in a court
bit of a dork, never had no sh-t with the law
gripping the four isn’t what i spit anymore
[?], i’ve got visions of more
if you’re not moving up, your decisions are poor
i keep going around like centrifugal force
pen and brutal torch ending for support
[?] adored, hennessy is poured
memories are bored, heavily adored
anyone that thought less of me can walk
recipe for war, test and you’ll be sore
chemistry and form, mess with me, you’re torn
when i start spitting, the best of me is born

- lipsmoker

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