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letra de the architect of literature - lunar c

my crushed pride says i must find an upside to this mug’s grind ‘cos it’s hard to be a good guy
when you can’t afford a bus ride or a push bike, i’m like “f-ck life”
sometimes i could jump right into a gunfight with a blunt knife
too many dumb guys think they can bust rhymes
when they look like butch dikes and get tongue tied when they touch mics, f-ck these mindless actors i’m the master
you need to look at yourself before you -n-lyse my stature like a chiropractor with a spinal fracture
[?] for nothing when this dude is plotting
there nowt you can do to stop him
my pen gets used as often as a computer boffin’s user login
use your noggin, i’m sick the head like i got fondled
these fake gangsters are sensitive like a dog’s nostrils
they swap dongles and bite each other like sprog mongrels
my sk!ll’s unheard of like a posh hostel

it’s the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, believe
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, you’ll see
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, agree
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, indeed
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar

like bukkake i’m coming from all angles
grip mics like fatties grip fork handles
[?] understage and let the cord dangle
it’s unsightly like your first school teacher’s sore ankles in some cork sandals
your flow’s weaker than a phone speaker with a broke tweeter
girls think i’m quite weird like hot dogs from ikea
when i’m near they get a slight fear of a spiked beer
i’m like “cheers!”, i hit a rapper with a backhand slap
f-ck your brap brap cr-p, this is flat cap rap
you ain’t a gangster, you’re dumb
why you need a shank and a gun?
you got bare money in the bank from your mum
what she really should’ve give you was a smack on the bum
the very first day you got slack with your tongue
half h0m- sapien alien
four sixes on my cranium, f-ck satan and damien
it’s the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, believe
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, you’ll see
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, agree
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar
the architect of literature for narcoleptic listeners, indeed
there ain’t n0body half as fresh or similar

yo, yo
if you or your family are affected by the issues raised in this episode, pick up a telephone or envelope and let ’em know that what i said is dope
peace

- lunar c

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