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letra de butterfly effect remix - mad squablz

(verse 1)

had to get back on my sh-t
heavily hazardous
don’t pick a match wit da kid
now that these rappers is sick
i’m just back in the mix
and i’m snapping they neck wit da grip
i am no average kid
flow is so cancerous
hoping to damage ya quick
these rappers can’t cope wit the damages
hoping i vanish
just know that i’m vastly equipped
with all this rappin i could actually win
with all this p-ssion i won’t have to pretend
with all this action i could p-ss as the prince
my only faction is the pad and the pen
the throne i’ll sn-tch it if you slow to grab it imma known -ss-ssin
quick to stab you again
i’m over average can’t oppose a maverick
that’s a open casket if you can’t get a grip
these n-gg-s fake like the news
it’s not in my nature to lose
i go insane and i slay everything in the booth
i call that creative abuse
i ain’t in the mood man
i still got too much to prove
and not enough sh-t i could lose
think you can fit in my shoes
you really a fool
you n-gg-s too timid to move
you finna be hittin the snooze
(yeah)
i’m so elusive, a lunatic lucifer losing the juice
(yeah)
i’m over you pr-cks like a solar eclipse and i feel like the moon
(yeah)
i’m not from this planet
that’s why they can’t stand it
i’d like to -ssume
give me some room
so i can give em the pressure
i been k!llin sh-t wit minimal effort
yo instrumental put that sh-t on a stretcher
feelin wicked wit dis sinister weapon
you know the mission is critical segment
but this sh-t is all apart of the rise
trials and tribulations all in ya mind
imma make it to the top when it’s time
and right now i feel like it’s time
(it’s time)
let me get it back like a stolen bike
my soul it holds the light
when i hold the mic connivers want my soul but its over priced
imma end up on top like its overbite
my flows equivalent to a cobra bite
noxious
never know when i’m gonna strike
and i’m still a threat never the foldin type
so keep reachin, constantly heat seeking
i really won’t allow you to keep sleeping
mind never gone idle, i keep thinking
rhymes never gone dry cause it keep leakin
i have to make these rappers take a seat
we all know what it’s like to feel defeat
now it’s time to build up and release
i just went o.j. simpson on the beat
(it’s murder)
young n-gg- murder careers
i been yearning to burn every verse that i give
i return wit the urge to merge wit the pen
spit a verse and it’s served wit a he-rs- for the dead
watchin my every move
you might need a better view
i’m rapidly rising and reachin the revenue
i might just reach heaven too
immaculate rhyming no effort to level up
i work on my weaknesses just so i don’t see no body ahead of us
they soon to be grieving abusin the beat
and i don’t plan on lettin up
i’m on a roll
“f” yo opinion i’m rising alone
don’t mess wit the vision when i’m in the zone
i bet you they cry when i light up the globe

(ugh squablz, philly)

- mad squablz

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