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letra de genius users cypher: phantom of the synths - jfkray

[intro:]

[verse 1: jfkray]
i heard breathing keys but still made this happen
we raid the third world like aye aye captain
metal plated hearts standing in a pastiche
that sleekly get away with a mile wide niche
sheesh and made it big from a little boy
then give iran a soundtrack of their missile toys
drop the bomb that shocked the would thrice and not bar consequence
even the kings would be put in a sarcophagus
then frame russia to blame for your duffer
the last face you see before death will be an usher
loose and cold the test won’t be long one two
truth be told i’m just dropping bombs on you
radioactive lethally spreading when i’m on
breaking down mc’s two seiverts i go it ain’t wrong,
mk ultra’s aged 50 years imagine it now
vultures picking our brains til we fathom to bow
and go under 6 feet deep submerged in liquid
falling in a tunnel the spirit’s gifted
watch the shapes go by for eternity
until your mind fights to become it’s own adversary
our 3rd eye’s puny in size with the wider
only b-mp into me in a hadron collider
explore the galaxy in agony or valancy
but the feds try and confine your fantasy stratergy
i create sh-t brighter than your grades are
the universe lighter combine with a quasar
as my thoughts get sucked to a black hole
to find dense f-cked and dark to plant a flag pole
then come back to spag bol
and get tossed aside on the mic like a ragdoll
infinite expansion across the multiverse
to a place in a mansion with a lady and a bulky purse
who rocks a clock on the right hand with diamonds
and c-cks a glock sinister pointing at owners of the islands
got a shot right here
but fear of doom soon consumes her and she tears
arms shake and tremble she wants to die last instead
she misses and the bullets fly past his head
zooming through wormholes seeing it all
viewing the same pictures and everyday fall
discovering new waves to control the mind
becoming new slaves that patrol behind
so find a way to break the speed of light
cause dark might travel faster through fear at night
that’s the way we get the memo
not through positivity but death and escrow
i wonder will the lower cl-ss ever learn
to ponder if they see the truth that they better turn?
imagine this from the pov of a solopsist
the brain at the bottom of a food chain whilst monarchist
25 crown and a dream it seems
i find gold and sew up the game with my seed
to make food for thought till the day i get caught
and get thrown in jail for selling a plant that they bought
a pyramid that sees us the idea was g-nius
i got a fair o in my bank through jesus
so i thank the lord and keep my head down working for his plan
at minimum wage as his swords behead afghanistan
that’s the day i ran back and figured out the truth
and this way i can slack but stay about the booth
if we knew what the feds did they say we’d lynch em
isn’t that convincin to end even those that hang with em
the government control the amount of crack sold
so they posses the souls and and all the black gold

[verse 2: kenzin0]
prepare yourself for a lyrical -ss-ssination
my intoxicating words leave you feelin wasted
spit it so vivid, godd-mnit, you can f-ckin taste it
raps like your facebook status, sh-t’s complicated
stop it. c-cky motherf-ckers talkin nonsense
just a cover up for skeletons up in their closets
supply and demand simple economics
go ahead and tell your man that i give your girl the product
whats the business? spitting game to b-tches
talk sh-t, get your skull split in an instant
st-tch you up quick with a sh-t load of st-tches
or finish up the hit leave you swimming with the fishes
never been a friend of authority
teachers try to ignore me
but i stick out like i’m h-rny
with a b-n-r f-cking seniority
i don’t, think your in kansas anymore dorothy
i am the wizard metaphorically speaking
of course, practicing lyrical sorcery
hoping to get you off

[verse 3: donny danko]
faded memories are the mark of the beast
and the devil with a smile is the hardest to beat
dishevelled from my trials, yeah i came from the back streets
ironic how a white kid the rap game black sheep
day tripper like lennon and mccartney
getting old, wondering what happened to the party
while i was flying high my wings burned like icarus
living with this pain, it’s a token of my bitterness
i’m sure as sh-t i need a different approach
i smoke a spliff and burn my lip on the roach
i’m quick with a quote, rock star in the game now
if i don’t do a kurt cobain and blow my brains out
i got it covered like the mask on mf doom’s face
i’m like no other when i’m spitting to the boom b-ss
to all those saying that they’ve seen my best days
you’re joking, give me some beats and let’s blaze

[hook:]

[verse 3: j. bravo]
bravo the wicked one, set it off quick
every bar hit hard, tomb stone reads “rip”
super villain, i’ll leave you hanging off a cliff
then dip and dash, first secure the bag
i got your chick in the whip
watch me swerve and laugh
easily, showed me her t-ts for cash
thought she was a college student but she lacked the cl-ss
i pull up to the scene and watch em gasp
got on a gazillion chains and a silver mask
j. bravo! the man with the stellar past
called me helios in my last life
get the shotty to the face if you don’t act right
all the homies h-ll-raisers, call em cen-bites
snack on mc’s when its dinner time
yall a lil dusty, wash em down with a miller lite

- jfkray

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