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letra de fate - lokamane

[verse 1: lokamane]
i been down this road before
f-ck i do? stupid wh0re
think twice before you ignore
i’ll slam your head in a door
made my way up, i was poor
spreading rumours like spores
then you bleed from your pores
no need for any midi cores
mop- mop up blood that my chores
soon your head will be decor
limb for limb washes up on shore
then you hear a roar
jeff that dude was my mentor
ten k!lls, f-ck yeah, score
jeff that dude was my mentor
ten k!lls, f-ck yeah, score
[verse 2: lokamane]
open the gates, meet your fates
enter the crates, swimming with weights
mess up your dates, ruin your days
now you’re dazed, very unfazed
drink was laced, head was grazed
i’m very amazed, properly raised
in h-ll is blazed, you are enslaved
be well behaved, sleep depraved
stones engraved, you’re never saved
head is shaved, never be bathed
food you craved, entrance is paved
you’re very mazed, i’m very appraised
your skin is razed, i can’t be contained
blood i obtained – what? you afraid?
what? you afraid?
what? you afraid?

[verse 3: lokamane]
i’m dead, in my bed
exploded lead, ‘death’ i said
from the head i bled, very good thread
the word’s been spread, everything’s dread

[verse 4: down6]
no one gon’ f-ck with my clique
if you want smoke, i’ma pass you the cig
i been a demon since i was a kid
rolling by, taking lives, if they talk lip
no one will survive if 6 is on the block
full auto to the opps, they really gon’ drop
only lead to negate, filet, the bl–dy doc
i been waiting at the gate, the fakes, they will flock
i’m a g.o.a.t., f-ck with yo’ girl on the low
i got her in chains with the blades to her throat
displaying zeros ’cause i bake the pure dough
i’ma make your peers float, cuz the saints at her door
i’m barrelling down the interstate, going a hundred fifty
i always do got a reason, i never be going pity
i’m fine, that is what i’m telling them now
around frauds, holy specimen, from underground
[verse 5: whiteleanpurrphoodie]
lyrical m-s-ch-stic, rap game antagonist
i am a problem, this new gen, the activists
you have been rapping sh-t, bars made of assonance
hit you with one diss, you turn to a pacifist
passing fists right to your abdomen
i am a pathogen, you act so adamant
on my defeat, that sh-t isn’t happening
you can just hope that i go down when you try to tackle this
if you got a problem we’ll settle it quickly
chop off your head and throw it like a frisbee
b-tch try to diss me, b-tch please
if he try something, i’ll rip out his kidney
cut the t–th straight from the gums
i’ll burn like the tar that stays in my lungs
you b-tches bums, keep flexing them guns
but when i pull up, b-tch, i know you will run, b-tch

- lokamane

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