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letra de steak and the sizzle - m dymez

you asked for the steak and the sizzle
motherf-cker i bring both
turn nothing into something, i spin gold
like a fairy tale, but my endings got a twist though
no happily ever afters when i spit flows
rumpelstiltskin will win when my script’s closed
that’s what happens when you give a pen to a skitzo
i’m the ying and the yang, no twins though
i’m the good and the bad, i’m both
making everybody sick, i’m gross
bring opera singers on stage with a sliced throat
everything doesn’t always end on a high note
get it?
mind racing at a speed that could time warp
hop in a portal, come back as a cyborg
with a microphone attached to my right arm
razor sharp flow spill more red than a wine bar
i stopped viewing things through rose colored gl-sses
and rose from the ashes
i’m joker and batman
a bad man with a halo wreaking havoc
it’s always game time, a.i with my antics
while ya’ll sit around just talking ’bout practice
anything you said you’ll do’s already my past tense
you could read the writing on the wall like the aztecs
i would read your writing, if your writing didn’t lack depth
got myself a good girl, i don’t need a bad b-tch
instramming half naked photos for attention
fiending for those likes, like white to a crackhead
i let my doe rise on its own i don’t stack bread
while you wait for that fat cheque that you can’t get
make your own rules or lose is what my old man said
we ain’t old enough for our dreams to be half-dead
i’m running a marathon that’s forever lasting
so first and foremost you’ll never see me take my last step
sails at full m-ss, yah i’m on my peter pan sh-t
but this track don’t need a hook for its captain
i wrote my own book so my fates in my own hands
ain’t afraid to ask “destiny” for a slow dance
i could get her twerking if i really wanna go there
both hands on the floor, -ss in the air, like she don’t care, oh yah
told you i would go there
most don’t wanna hustle they just wanna be shown where
flown here, flown there, on someone else’s own fair
too bad life doesn’t come with a chauffeur
chauffeur
when i switch lanes
hear my whip go skurrrttt
try to put me in my grave
but can’t dig no dirt
keep my swag on display
like an info-mercial
always play my cards right like this sh-t’s poker
reveal my end game, tables just don’t turn
true colors stays hidden like an introvert
when i make my move, your whole world gets flipped over, flipped over, flipped over…

chorus:

you asked for the steak and the sizzle
motherf-cker i bring both
motherf-cker i bring both
ya’ making too much noise, keep ya lips closed (x2)

- m dymez

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