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letra de hostile takeover - lovejoy

[hook: lovejoy]
alright, let’s see how this goes
goodness gracious
you don’t want to make me lose patience
i’m sick of hearing you gossip out of loquacious faces
we’re taking over and we’re masterful rulers as well
business as usual for the dastardly duo from h-ll
lovejoy and hackett, messiahs who won’t accept apostles
you can call this a coronation – except it’s hostile

[verse 1]
what’s past is past, my present is guessing at my future
time’s fabric will st-tch our bodies in ugly sutures
funny how that same fabric bends the imagination
i’m reliving memories vicariously through fabrication
scared of progress and mortified by past actions
and still haunted by irrevocable malefactions
a self-portrait one year from a college campus
if i’m an artist then i’ve got nothing to call a canvas
all i have are these telling scars of my adolescence
and blind faith in my stupid, cynical self-obsession
transgressions and unforgivable self-denial
i guess that’s life in my own typical selfish style
unreality merged with truth in the ficklest
moral rationale, it’s deplorable and ridiculous
epistemology, i’m sick of this
i’m a fl!ck-of-the-wrist, piston-fist phlogiston-fueled pistol
i’m p-ssed off
a crystal clear vision that disappears in an instant
comes back and k!lls you before you know that you’ve missed it

[hook]
goodness gracious
you don’t want to make me lose patience
i’m sick of hearing you gossip out of loquacious faces
we’re taking over and we’re masterful rulers as well
business as usual for the dastardly duo from h-ll
lovejoy and hackett, messiahs who won’t accept apostles
you can call this a coronation – except it’s hostile

[verse 2]
and i’m wielding fire and cl-ssic flow
close to pyroclastic, bro
melting faces like plastic
spitting acid and filling villages
spilling ashes upon the m-sses
instilling diligence, you know something?
the wisest man alive will know that he knows nothing

[verse 3]
i k!ll the mic and the dilemma then
is am i k!ller mike or am i eminem?
neither one because i go ballistic
a unique m.o. that’s so s-d-stic
and close to mystic but more realistic
i spit cold truth with no statistics
i strike cold rhymes just like old times
room 215, it was like gold mines
lovejoy and hack-t joining forces
trap lords of the farm with r. keon kim
in a freestyle clinic and we taught courses
barge on in, we could go for an hour
us plus georgy equal the four hors-m-n
tbilisi and an atlanta portion
that means our squad is both kinds of georgian
it was goldilocks’ porridge; the balance was gorgeous
back to bend and i get ’em
fed them medicine like they were dogs in a kennel
and i’ll let ’em get all fed up with the kennel then
octane in the tank and my fangs full of venom
put stains in your denim, put pain and some rage
on my page on the internet
i ain’t even finished yet, i ain’t even living yet
i’m still the bitterest, most inconsiderate
man with a grudge who won’t budge till he’s rid of it
drop a free mixtape, i won’t even benefit
i don’t care what anybody’s saying; i’m just sending it
goodness gracious

[verse 4]
if your secret’s safe then i’ve gone and cracked it
and i got no help ‘cept sean hackett
beat you all in rap combat
and now all your moms have been contacted
stop the track (way too gnarly)
now attack it
i can make a senile bat run a 3.5 flat
imma freestyle scat then i’ll freestyle rap like
scoodly-bap boodly-bap you can’t do that
all your efforts are not close to that
come on nathan, it’s okay to stop
i don’t care whether you’re insane or not
because the brakes went off of your train of thought
and now it’s speeding ’round the place like you paid a cop
well you hear me rap but i play in rock
and that’s saying a lot; y’all cater pot
raised in nazareth, raised lazarus
walked on water whether safe or hazardous
the god mc and a sado-m-s-ch-st
you fast as this? not likely
humor me but please, don’t spite me
don’t pat my back from that cadillac
i got a baseball bat and a battle ax
and a hand grenade at brick tamland’s aid
we can jump out and brawl in the palisades
you’re tame, i’m ferrell; this is talladega
i salivate at your callous hate
and you’re a tad bit late to recalibrate
you’re a candidate for a candid date
with my savage rap that decapitates (aaaagghhh!)
guillotine
better drink more shakes with the creatine
get your raps on par from tee to green
’cause i don’t really want to murder or flee the scene

[sample: ron burgundy]
lay low for a while, because you’re probably wanted for murder

- lovejoy

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