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letra de no doubt - lord apex the sensei

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said i go kung lao in these round of terror mythical being on the isle of terra nova, noah its over, the flood had ended, i recommended you catch the state of mind that i intended to orbit

you can get slap amino acids in my finger prints and watch me dig em in and get to fishing for your ligiments, you be figiting with silly living while i’m riding and take perscriptions like ridilin to get adrenalin

sustanances to covenants of punishment, type to jus take part in sh-t but won’t accept the consequence, my trans of thought persumtuous i like my voluptuous and drunkeness a habit i can’t control or manage

memories you best remember these remedies that i’m kickin persistent and distant like ancient egyptians…boom bap straight to the tomb, resurrect a god, now my aura’s high as the moon

so prolific, real incognegro, can’t you see bro, you can’t match these flows, i’m evil, caneval, stuntin on some ultimate trill sh-t, foreal cl1ck, heard it through the great vine now my mission is to k!ll sh-t

dat astronomical, fonical, sounds are comical, young tino, open a chapter and start a chronical, i’m logical, paradoxical flows leave you in hospital, i’m tropical these sound be topcial and diabolical

intentions of a g*nius, its embroided in my chakrah, soundwaves hit your eardrum vibing loud like the opera, know that you can’t stop the, sh-t that am bout the put out and “i’m bout to run this sh-t no doubt. no doubt

no doubt

no doubt

no doubt

no doubt

no doubt

no doubt

and i’m bout to run this sh-t no doubt”

f-ck it i’m moofasa wid a arsonal of lions, a army a triad, make move i’m spawing my giants they drop abominations, on renovations causing devastations to your reservations

on instrumentals, i go all elemental, start spitting fire cuz i feel it in my mental, i’m mental, i’m ment to deelo, you know i got the steelo, buss these rhymes then reload

be a word smith or scream word to the smithin, i’m lifted, causing hexes on you other snitches you mitches, i’m what a lyricist is, wrote dis script easy wid a lil persistents

intentions of a g*nius, its embroided in my chakrah, soundwaves hit your eardrum vibing loud like the opera, know that you can’t stop the, sh-t that am bout the put out and “i’m bout to run this sh-t no doubt. no doubt

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