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letra de new flava - dwoyo

[intro]
yo, yo, yo
you know who it is
dwoyo
cl-ssic sh-t
yeah
look, look

[verse 1]
step up out of my vicinity
fire flow coming straight down your chimney
everybody knows that you ain’t who you pretend to be
and i don’t think that you can handle my intensity
raising my stock, you don’t know what else i have in store
search until you can’t no more, clean up on aisle four
loved by the publics, all you do is win d-cks, see?
no wonder why you always say you go ham
nah man, you’re mistaken, your sh-t’s already bacon
i been cooking, overlooking’s only gonna get you taken
by surprise, when you realize that i can verbalize
leaving you hypnotized and paralyzed until you idolize
otherwise, ima have to teach you not to generalize and show you why the rhymes that i comprise are hard to find
who am i? a skinny dude with a vocabulary
hoping i don’t have to keep calling my dreams imaginary
go back to your corner, keep on playing secondary
single handedly winning, you could call me odell (wow!)
how i do so well, do tell? spit bars like cells, i do excel
take a chick you met and take her back to my hotel
different girls riding me like i’m a carousel
we’re 50-50? you’re gonna have to master this, i heard you and your raps are sh-t and that was just the half of it
so please play the part of iverson and answer this
how do you think you’re good when no one understands your sh-t?
out of curiosity, what’s with the hypocrisy?
you’ve been talking blasphemy while i’m spitting the homily
if i show ferocity, i’ll turn to a monstrosity, and atrocity
killing the villains while sinning and winning and do it in different velocities
real rhymes come from real minds, my philosophy
any questions? nah b-tch, you ain’t socrates
i’m murdering the game and ain’t n-body stopping me
no record deal arresting me, tryna make me cop a plea
this music lacking in some quality
rich dudes buying bars from the dollar tree
richer n-gg-s writing checks instead of writing bars
what do they tell them ho’s riding in their shiny cars?
“i made this, yeah b-tch i claim this”
that’s shameless, credit to the dude you found on craigslist
but they’ll still be on everybody’s playlist
cooking up beats, but the food is so tasteless
yo sh-t is irrelevant, my flow is so elegant
sh-t’s about to drop just like a chandelier
there’s a reason why i only f-ck with seminoles
i play em with my poetry until she shakes the spear
so listen up, i got a different flava for ya ear
serving delicious rhymes and making haters disappear
i’m on a different tier, my league is so premier
i’ve got an -rs-nal of rhymes that you need to hear
i’m thinking of sh-t like this like all of the time, all on my mind, original, lyrical, make these miracles, reaching the pinnacle, gimme some time
man i know that’s your girl, but i want her tonight
i just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to try? (what else)
once i grab the pen, you could thank later
ima turn blank papers into bank papers
empire, boy i’m headed for the skyscr-pers
till i walk up on the sky, where’s my lightsaber
hope you enjoy the rest of the mixtape
full of thoughts i never knew how to dictate
now my cranium is bigger than a stadium
it’s good to know that my dreams are in good shape, uh
[snippet: chris collinsworth]
(oh my goodness!)
cl-ssic sh-t, man
(this is sick, put this to music!)

- dwoyo

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